#all damage done within the building stays within the building

[gay-dorito-dust]

Could I request Liu Kang and others if you want receiving and hug/kiss from reader after dealing with titan shang tsung

Here ya go! Bi-Han might be a bit ooc but then again I never claimed to write characters perfectly…so there’s that.

Liu Kang was exhausted, with Shang Tsung dealt with and peace was seemingly restored, he knew better then anyone that there was much work to be done to undo the damage caused.

So much that upon feeling your arms encase his muscular build, coddling him against you as your warmth brought him comfort and security. He didn’t feel as though he was Lord Liu Kang, God of Fire in that moment but instead he was just Liu Kang; your Liu Kang. As ironic as it may sound coming from a man as powerful as him but with you, Liu Kang felt safe, he felt protected but most importantly he felt like all his hard efforts had been paid off in the form of you holding him.

A weight had been lifted from his chest, and as the fatigue he had pushed aside slowly start to take hold over him and all he wanted was to stay like this forever, to get the chance to stay with you in his arms for the rest of time, should fate ever allow such a small request to be made; Liu Kang wanted the opportunity to fall asleep and wake up to you like he should’ve been from the very beginning but couldn’t.

Now however he hopes that he could use this as a way to make up for lost time.

Raiden didn’t think his smile could possibly get any wider than it did now as you peppered his face in abundance of soft, loving kisses that left a tingly feeling in his skin after pulling away to kiss another aspect of his face, causing him to chuckle at the almost magical sensation.

His eyes would then close in utter and pure bliss as he leant into the hands that held his face as though it were a priceless antiquity. Raiden felt your thumbs brush over his cheekbones either care, leaving an invisible trail for your lips to follow along.

You were Raiden’s safe haven and he’d always find himself coming back to you no matter what his condition was, for you were always with him even if you physically weren’t because Raiden always kept you close in the depths his heart; sighting you as his inspiration and his guiding force through rough situations, hopeful that one day he’d get to return to your arms and immerse himself in your warmth whilst sharing his own in equal exchange.

You stayed within your own paradise for a long while before going back to it within the realm of dreams, huddled together like two otters, unwilling to let the other drift away.

Kuai Liang reciprocates your hug with his one of his own as an excuse to feel your warmth against him, even though the fact still stood that he ran incredibly warm for the both of you, but he disliked having to leave your side for prolonged periods of time. Something that has only gotten worse with Bi-Han’s betrayal and his promise of bringing you into their quarrel, despite the prior warnings that were given to the cryomancer.

He needed this more then you could ever know with the way he was quick to bury his head into shoulder, his hands holding onto you so tightly, you feared that your clothes would bear scorched imprints of his hands afterwards. You couldn’t blame him however and allowed Kuai Liang to cling onto you in an almost desperate plea to prevent you from fading out of his life forever.

You both held onto one another like you each other’s lifeline, like you couldn’t live without one another as you tried to move in closer to Kuai Liang in hopes of moulding yourself into his very being. You both found comfort in knowing that the other was okay, that they were safe because god forbid if anything were to happen to either you or Kuai Liang.

You were practically soulmates in the literal sense.

Bi-Han, whilst in the privacy of your shared room, would just allow you to hold onto him tightly while made no attempts as to voice his general opinion on this sort of thing.

He was ice cold in more then just powers alone.

his voice was cold.

his gaze that peered at you with judgment was cold.

His unfeeling heart might as well be a block of unbreakable ice.

His entire body was cold and that the longer you held onto him, some parts of your body -primarily in your fingertips and hands- were already starting to feel the numbing effects of embracing someone who was the literal embodiment of a wall of ice. Had you done this in public, in front of people that Bi-Han couldn’t stand, he would have no issue in ripping your arms away from his sides, leaving you to stand in your own embarrassment as he walked away.

However behind closed doors Bi-Han was more lenient towards you showing him affection. No one was nearby to witness this moment between supposed lovers, no one was here to see the one person Bi-Han admitted to calling his Achilles heel, holding onto him with such determination. So for once in his life, Bi-Han allowed those walls he built to come down as he slowly place his hands against your back, tucking you against him even further, closing his tired eyes and resting his weary head into your neck where he let out a sigh before letting himself to collapse into your embrace completely.

Bi-Han was a man devoid of such simple acts throughout his life that once it’s given to him, he has to remind himself that he was under no threat, other then being under the threat of breaking apart in your arms after endearing hardships for so long. So long in fact that a measly small act was enough to have this man crumble internally before crumbling physically afterwards.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Anywhere

Summary: Let’s thank Hozier for whatever this is because I can only think of it as brainrot. I had a part of this written for almost a year in my docs and couldn’t find inspiration to finish it but thanks to the incarnated Irish god I did.

Pairing: Hook x F!Reader (aka Tiger)

Warnings: Angst, mention of uncontrolled feelings, toxic relationship, self doubt, worthlessness, possible happy ending? idk

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @mjfass , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore , @wickedval

It's the sound of it that brings me there

This city locked into the song of prayer

That finds no melody

Every moment of the working day

The twitching muscles in each step I take

The prayer is all of me

The Black & Mild hung from his lips and sent a white smoke up to the night sky, the burning tobacco somewhat was helping him soothe his instincts but Tyler asked himself for how long the warm smoke inside his mouth was going to be enough to keep his mind distant from the one place it didn’t want to stay away from.

Tyler chose to be absent from work for yet another week, and the backstage gossip was starting to build up to the point of annoyance. Even Tyler’s father had given him one of his famous earfuls earlier that night when he texted to say he wasn’t coming to work that week, and even though hours had passed by, Tyler could still hear his dad’s screams through the FaceTime call.

Another wave of warm smoke filled up his mouth before traveling down to his throat and lungs, all along carrying within itself the one word his father repeatedly had so vehemently: “obsession”.

“You’re obsessed with her, Tyler! Obsessed with a relationship you can’t stop fucking it up, snap out of it, son! Move the fuck on! Leave that poor girl alone, Tyler. You’ve done too much damage to get her back now, so put on your big boy pants, accept the results of your damn mistakes, stop destroying everything around you, stop destroying your fucking career, let her move on, get over this unhealthy obsession, and grow.the.fuck.up!”

This wasn’t obsession though, it was love in its raw, ugly, perverse, and deepest form. “Love doesn’t have to hurt”, they say. Yeah, sure, tell that to someone so desperate to make a relationship work that they commit every single possible mistake one can make. Perhaps this was what had doomed Tyler, he loved her too much.

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

When Tyler was 15 years old, his father took him to Joe’s barber shop two blocks down their house to have his first proper ‘man’ shave. As the older man began to spread the shaving cream on Tyler’s face, his father began “See, son, a man may like many women, we may grow fond of several females and keep them in our heart but if there’s one thing you should know is that a man only loves once. Real love will only be found once, in one single woman, and it doesn’t matter whether your relationship ends up working or not, you will forever love that woman until the day you die.”

“No matter how many girls you know afterward, no one will be able to replace the one woman who owns your heart. So once you find that girl, son, make sure you love, respect, and care for her. Do everything in your power to treat her like a queen, because that will be the woman who’ll forever live in your heart”.

Tyler did his best to treat her like a queen, but some things escaped his ability of self-control. Tiger is gorgeous, she is breathtaking, has the most wonderful personality, she’s incredibly smart, the most beautiful smile Tyler has ever seen, whenever she smiles it’s like the world has been put underneath a bright spotlight. She’s funny, caring, loving, she’s the best friend anyone could ever have, and the most addicting lover, sex with Tiger is out of this world, an out-of-body experience. There’s something special about sex with her, every touch is meaningful, every kiss is a silent promise of eternal love, and with every thrust, Tyler always felt their souls connecting.

He’s aware of how this sounds like some sort of hippie talk, but there was something incredibly spiritual and powerful about Tiger that only seemed to grow during sex. Although he wasn’t one to brag, Tyler has fucked a fair share of girls ever since he was 15 years old, and until he met Tiger, he was sure no woman would ever be able to handle him properly.

But even though sex was important to Tyler - and had been the base of every relationship he had until Tiggy came up - it shockingly wasn’t the sole reason why he loved her.

Tyler caught himself craving for her in more than sexual ways, he craved her affection, her touch, her capacity to begin a conversation about anything from something she saw on the news to curiosities about religions worldwide. He craved to see her smile, to hear her loud awkward laugh, to watch her cooking while using the wooden spoon as her own personal microphone. Tyler craved her advice on life, friendships, and work. He craved to hear her voice after a nightmare, to listen to her whisper-singing as a way to help him go back to sleep. He craved her, just having her there with him, craved the knowledge of having her waiting for him somewhere. Above anything else, Tyler missed how Tiger could bring peace to his soul just by existing.

And such peace seemed to be so distant to achieve now, that the world resembled a dark pit of miserableness, emptiness, and death. A limbo Tyler was certain he would never be able to leave.

Maybe I have yet to venture out

See the places that I hear about

Planes and trains and cars

Carve their lines into a curve like blades

All I get to are mistakes half-made

Leave the door ajar

Her wet footprints were unnoticeable against the damp concrete. Her eyes wandered around the streets, searching, wondering, pretending…She tried to make it work, but trying became tiring once it turned into a routine.

It was all too much, the arguing, the outbursts of jealousy, the lack of communication, the distrust, the assumptions..those killed her the most.

‘Where were you?’, ‘Why was he looking at you like that’, ‘Why didn’t you answer your phone if you were really with your mom?’, ‘Why do you smell like aftershave?’, ‘Why are you lying to me, Tiger?! Just tell me the fucking truth!’

Jealousy is not as glamorous as the books make it seem, it’s quite the opposite actually, it kills your mind along with your feelings until there comes a day when you realize that you don’t feel anything at all, and that’s when sadness takes over.

Mourning over something that once brought you so much happiness is a strange feeling. Looking at someone who used to be so dear to you and slowly watching them become the most despicable monster before your eyes is the most brutal thing one can go through. Love is such a delicate feeling, it’s alarming to see how quickly it can die when it stops being nourished. Tiger never believed it would be possible to stop loving Tyler, but life and its cruel - yet valuable - lessons showed her otherwise, it showed her how fairly easy it is to stop loving someone.

She never saw it coming, the day that she would leave the small one-bedroom apartment in New York behind, yet she did. Otherwise, how could she still be living? Even more so, how could Tyler still be alive if she hadn’t left that place for good?

Tiger loved freedom, while Tyler didn’t understand its meaning. Tiger wanted to be free with Tyler, as for Tyler, there was no freedom if he was with Tiger.

But I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, you are

She was the air that filled his lungs, so how could anyone live without air? Tyler tried to explain that to her over and over, but all he heard back was ‘You’re killing me, Ty! You’re suffocating me so much that I feel like I’m dying’. She said other fumbled words in between but that phrase was the only thing that sank into Tyler’s ears. He went deaf after that.

Tiger tried to find a middle ground, she thought therapy could help but how do you talk to someone who doesn’t want to utter a word? It’s pointless to try to fix a relationship when for it to work is a double-sided sword. Tiger couldn’t fix something that didn’t depend only on her, but Tyler was the king of perfection, Mr. There’s Nothing Wrong. So she just gave up, she couldn’t play tug-war anymore, she just wanted to leave and never go back to the Hell she was living in.

Love is not enough, it would never be enough, not if it was all it takes for a relationship to work. And both Tiger and Tyler learned that the hard way.

His eyes found her across the street, holding her small notepad and iconic glittery pen. She never came to this part of town, which made Tyler frown with worry. But her features seemed relaxed, serene even, as she observed the tall trees and how the thin rain droplets splattered the green leaves. ‘This is such a weird hobby’ Tyler thought to himself when they first met ‘Watching the leaves on a tree and scrambling down how it makes you feel’.

Tiger categorized it as ‘therapeutic’, and once she explained how it helped her ease her racing mind Tyler began admiring her for it.

Ironically enough, that was how they met back then, and now is how he meets her again after 6 months of their break up.

Watching her now, after everything Tyler knew and went through with her had him contemplating Tiger under a new light. ‘Perhaps she is happier like this, without you’ Tyler caught himself thinking, noticing how the lightheartedness that once was Tiger’s biggest quality seemed to have returned to her eyes now that she didn’t have him in her life anymore.

It’s sad to notice how the only person that you love so dearly seems to be better without you than when they were with you. Only now Tyler notices how he had killed Tiger during their time together. He killed her lightness, her freedom, her carefree nature. He transformed her into this sad caged bird that didn’t find happiness in singing anymore.

‘If you could go back in time, would you be different? Act differently? Approach things from another perspective?’ Tyler’s conscience asked him.

“Yes” Was his answer out loud, his eyes fixed on the wet pavement, without being able to keep looking at her.

‘Why? Because of your selfish reasons? Because you knew that you’d lose her if you didn’t?’ It asked him back.

But prayer

Is all of me, all of me

The prayer

Is all of me, all of me

“No” Tyler answered sincerely “Because I now know that she deserves better, way better than I ever was…way better than I could ever be”.

Tyler’s eyes tentatively looked up again, in the hopes of imprinting her true self into his mind one last time, until his orbs stopped at her caramel-colored coat standing right before him.

Tiger’s eyes wandered his face, focusing on his eye patch for a couple of seconds before asking “Are you a pirate now?”

For the first time in 6 months, Tyler let out a chuckle, “Maybe…If you like pirates then sure, I’m a pirate. But if you don’t, then I’m just a loser. The biggest asshole to ever walk the earth”.

“Yeah, that you are” She smiled sadly “Have you learned anything from it though?”

“Yeah, I did” Tyler’s fingers twitched to touch her, but he would never allow himself that, he didn’t deserve it. “Are you really here, Tiggy? I’m afraid I’m dreaming…but I don’t to be dreaming, I want this to be real”

“It could be real, Ty” She caressed his smooth cheek before smiling and sitting down beside him on the damp concrete “Wanna tell me what you’ve learned in life so far?”

But I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, you are

[littledead-ridinghood]

sorry if this is a weird question to drop on you you were just the first person I thought of who might know but do you know if it's canon/canonically-based evidence that jason is physically stronger than other bats because I always see people say jason is the one with "brute strength" and I can't remember if that's based on anything besides people saying that as a nicer way to call him a brute(maybe it was on lobdells stuff? but I wiped most of those out of my memory)

You thought of me first? <333333 I'm blushing. And it's not weird at all! Even if it was, I love answering weird shit.

Anyway:

So part of Jason being considered "the muscle" of the bats comes from the fact that Jason's currently the biggest of the robins. (Adult!Damian is usually drawn as the tallest of the kids when all is said n' done (that's vague for "age")).

Well, how big then?

I always go with this chart which was released while UtRH was being released:

(I Love this! I wish DC still did little info things like this within their comics. Or maybe they do and I'm just blind. But Look! Canonical Information!)

So canonically speaking, at least when running around pre-crisis, Jason is 6 feet tall and 180 pounds. (Also note criminal mastermind and put a pin in it)

But you've probably heard 200 & 220 thrown around a lot. Those numbers are specifically pulled from two different DC character encyclopedia books which I don't trust at all because there notoriously filled with false information and are dubbed as not canon all the time.

Personally, I use the 6', 180-195 pound range which estimates for fluctuating weight, the passage of time, muscle mass, and minimum bulk & cutting (which I assume is part of most superheroes' training to stay in fighting form, but please recognize that vigilantes are more athlete than bodybuilder) because it's from a canon source (Canon is "king" and all that). No shame to people who use the other numbers or even headcanon something completely different, but again, vigilantes are predominantly running all over cities day after day, not stagnant weight lifters. Cardio vs weights body compositions are quite different even if both are healthy. (And it's not all "swimmer's body illusion" either (they have that body because they swim? No, they swim because they have that body.)

How much muscle mass a person can maximally obtain is up to your genetics. But that max only comes with constant maintainment. It's not feasible for Jason to be doing all that cardio and also have that much muscle mass and fat. Cardio burns "fat" (calories), weights build muscle. We constantly see the former and former-adjacent workouts more than the latter with him. Jason is running across rooftops, flipping off them before falling into a shoulder roll onto the next roof over chasing after bad guys every night. The number of calories he'd have to eat and time put into lifting weights (too many reps a week lead to damage, not growth) to maintain his max (max being what a lot of weights category athletes try to achieve which Jason just hasn't been shown to be (except in his jailbird phase where he could literally only lift weights, read, and avoid being killed to pass the time)) isn't possible.

Using comic art to "prove" how much he weighs doesn't work either. Firstly, because everyone wears weight differently. Two people can be the same height, weight, and sex and look completely different. This is due to different body types, composition, genetics, diet, (what kind of) exercise, and many other factors. Assuming someone thinner is automatically "super light" doesn't factor in different body compositions (fat, muscle, bone percentages). (yes, I know it's stupid to apply science to comics. There's my digression. let me live). Secondly, Jason (just like everything else about him) isn't drawn consistently at all. Sometimes he's pretty damn massive, but we also have Twink and Twunk Jason (DC can't even decide on hair color? Do you think they're gonna decide on his body?).

So, comic book art isn't super reliable as evidence unless we want to theorize if, how, and why he seems to fluctuate between weights all the time (<- Which I have a whole headcanon about if anyone's curious), especially in comparison to the others because, seriously, it's totally a Jason thing. Most characters are pretty consistent in body type. Anyway, someone could argue "See! he is 210!" but it's also not for a long enough period to stick around :/ Again, hard to consistently maintain that much weight as a 6-foot-tall, cardio-based athlete.

Also note: DC is horrible when it comes to weight-to-height lineups. A woman hero can be ~5'7'' and then we're told she's 110 lbs which Fact 1. is considered underweight for this kind of height-to-sex ratio, Fact 2. probably isn't factoring in the fact that muscle is heavier than fat, she just "looks thin", and 3. Usually, totally, absolutely is just blatant sexism.

Really, the numbers don't seriously mean anything of actual substance because their comics, are unreliable, and also usually just...scientifically wrong. But Jason's perception on page, as well as the information we've been told, is one reason he's considered "brute strength first and foremost."

Furthermore, Jason has been shown repeatedly to be on par with Bruce (even when Jason, most of the time, plays defense in their physical fights) but many people chalk this up to him and Bruce having similar physiques making it "easier". Again, counter-productive argument because Bruce and Jason have been drawn very similarly before in stories as well as completely different from each other in others. Also, this purposefully, blatantly ignores Jason's actual skills. No one chalks Dick Grayson or Cassandra Cain beating Bruce up to their body types. Moreover, when Bruce and Jason are drawn similarly in body, no one refers to Bruce as "Brute Strength" either. Bruce gets to be tactical, strategic, clever. (Also Also: In Pre-Crisis, Bruce, Dick, and Jason are deliberately drawn to look similar (height, mass, looks, etc.) to get that Brothers in Blood effect. Still, No one chalks the formers up to all strength. Just Jason)

And that brings us to your question, Anon: Is there canonical evidence for Jason being stronger than the other Bats?

Remember how I told you to put a pin in that "Occupation: Criminal Mastermind" note? Well, first off, Jason creating jobs for his community. Go off, king. Second off, and more importantly so, "Mastermind": a person who supplies the directing or creative intelligence for a project (Merriam-Webster).

When Jason was first re-introduced, what made Jason dangerous was that he was highly skilled and smart. He was playing with both Black Mask and Batman like a cat batting a toy mouse. He orchestrated an entire "slow-growing" takeover of Gotham's underworld (he was actually very quick about it). Jason controlled the situation and planned so well that he had the villains and heroes who were both after him fighting each other so he could slip away and do what he actually needed to do.

Throughout Jason's history, he's always had tools with him when he fights. To the point that Bruce says to Jaybin "You won't always have this" cutting his utility belt, insinuating he relies too much on it, which Jason returns the favor to on his return and fights B hand to hand <3 Love a cocky callback. Furthering this, he knows many, many different fighting styles and techniques both from life experience and from extensive training. Jason's a quick learner by nature and is incredibly adaptive. Guns; knives; swords; pens; sets bombs to specifically implode, not explode; makeshift gadgets; a baseball bat just laying around; a tire jack that one time; brains. I could go on. Jason doesn't just hit things. He uses what he has as a means to an end. He's canonically known as one of the best strategists in-universe and is incredibly creative with his surroundings. Jason isn't just great at extensive, long-term planning either. Bruce himself has remarked on the fact that Jason thinks incredibly quickly on his feet, he's really good at improvisation. Concisely, he has plans A-G and if all those fail, he can pull something out of nothing. Contrast this with Bruce who needs to have a plan for everything. Even if it doesn't look like he's following a plan, Bruce is. Opposed to Jason who can go with the flow and figure it out along the way.

Jason even said this in present-era in TFZ:

And that's the whole point, isn't it? Jason is strong. Incredibly so. He's big and tall and has gorgeous thighs. Not to mention, has a mean right hook. But just because Jason's strong doesn't mean he isn't a bat first and foremost who relies on his brain before anything else. He died 4'6 (on his death certificate, his height varies depending on what source you pull) and famously had to defend himself his entire life ever before being Robin. Being young and small and forced to survive shaped Jason into a quick thinker who could either get away or take enemies 10x his size down. Nowadays, he just has a longer reach.

In Event Levithan when Damian says: "Jason Todd is one of the Great Master fighters of all time" He doesn't say strongest because Damian doesn't mean strongest. Damian means adaptable, smart, capable, and well-rounded in skill.

While I don't doubt that Jason is most definitely one of the strongest Bats due to his size, what makes Jason dangerous is not his body, but the fact that he knows how to use it. It's not "Brute Strength" as many people like to say, it's Strategic Strength. He knows just because he's stronger than someone doesn't mean he'll always win. A la see panels above. Jason knows throwing his body around won't do anything of real, long-term substance. That it's just blindsided and stupid.

I'm sure if I looked I could pull panels where other bats and/or vigilantes refer to Jason as the muscle, brute (strength), all brawn (no brain), other such implications, etc, but whenever people do, it's always to undermine Jason's skill. Because it's not actually about his strength. Jason, with his taller, more built form, makes walking quiet seem easy. And it looks easy because he's good. Jason himself knows his skill set, it's everyone else that undermines him time and time and time again. (Again, Event Levithan, Bruce doesn't agree with Damian's statement even though Jason just outsmarted the six or so people who all just tried to take him down (for something Jason didn't even do, mind you))

But, again from Damian, Jason's not known as "the muscle," he's "the emotional one" also usually used to...degrade Ja--We can't have anything nice apparently is what I'm saying. But yes, when people refer to Jason as "Brute Strength" it's usually them trying to find a nicer way of saying Brute or "thinks with his fists" or "Jason hits first, asks questions later." It's in the same vein as when people say "Jason likes books" as short-hand for "see, he's smart at something" rather than acknowledging that Jason achieved a degree's worth of knowledge in comp-sci by age 13.

Anyway Smart and Strong Jason, my beloved. I wish DC & others loved you as much as Rosenburg and the teams of artists he's been working with do.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

One to Start, Two to...

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by an anonymous user. It's been years since the League won the war and took over Japan. Years of them working to rebuild a government and ensure the future they always dreamed of stays in their grasp. And, maybe, Dabi and Tomura have been working a lot. Maybe they do need a break, but Dabi can still be a little annoyed that he's being shipped off on vacation by force. Fine. Whatever. At least his dom has a few very good ideas about how they can pass the time.

Contents: BDSM, TPE, sub training, coming on command, begging, overstimulation, praise kink, collars, clicker training, blowjobs, multiple orgasms, coming untouched, anal fingering, anal sex, cum as lube, creampie

Word Count: 7,785

Winning the war looked a lot less like a war, and a lot more like... a coupe. Dabi really hadn't expected that. But then again, he hadn't expected Shigaraki to come back to them mere hours after he was supposed to leave for his four month long treatment, holding the doctor's head in one hand, and demand that they start putting together a squad to bring him to Tartarus so that he could destroy it and his teacher inside in one fell swoop. They had talked him down from that while they figured out if whatever the doctor injected in him was going to do long-term damage, but thankfully, there were other medics in the PLF and they had gotten him snuck into a hospital and helped him to get fixed up. And when he was clear-headed again, Shig had told the League that Ujiko had been trying to groom him into being AFO's next body, and that he had felt his teacher starting to exert his influence on his mind when he started going into the suspended animation, and had rebelled against all of the drugs and shattered the tube before he could be completely sedated. He wanted AFO's real body killed so he wouldn't be able to make that transfer between them. 

So they got him better, finished getting their troops ready, and they struck. Going for Tartarus first was not what anyone was expecting from them, and Dabi is glad that they had decided to act within days of Shig breaking away from AFO's control, because as they moved, it became clear that the heroes, led by the worst fucking spy Dabi had ever met, were deciding to mobilize as well while Shig wasn't around. So they hit their bases-- and left all of the public infrastructures open as the PLF was away, taking over the government, destroying the HPSC, and tearing down their agencies. And even without being a nomu, Shigaraki was so much more powerful with what little access he had to the All For One quirk, and after stealing Johnny's, it really didn't take much for them to be zapping around the country to get done what they needed to. Duster might have puked his guts out teleporting people everywhere while he was hanging on to Tartarus and making sure that everyone inside of the building, but especially his teacher, turned to dust, but it was more than effective in the end. He, Toga, and Jin had gone to the Tochō and had held everyone hostage as Dabi aired his video and put the public even more on their back-foot as he challenged his father to come to the building and fight him personally. He would kill him in front of the entire world. 

And he did. Not without a hell of a fight. Not without getting badly burned. Not without thinking that he was gonna die. But he hadn't because Toga and Twice had been there in the immediate aftermath. He made a double of Dabi so that Toga could drink his blood, and then she'd given him a transfusion to keep him alive until Shigaraki was able to teleport him for medical care. And he'd been out for months in a tank of his own, not becoming a nomu, but getting healed as much as he could. And during those months, the fighting, apparently, was swift, decisive, and brutal. Shigaraki had all of the rest of the top ten gathered and he executed them one-by-one onstage, ending with Hawks who he burned instead of Decaying in Dabi's honor, since he knew that Dabi would have wanted to kill the double agent himself if he'd been able to. 

That still didn't break the other heroes and those who still wanted to fight, but the PLF had people in every industry in Japan, and it was easy for them to continue to spread discontent, for them to find the families of the most staunch do-gooders, and bring them on-stage for execution next. And of course those heroes rushed in to save them. And of course, with their numbers, the nomu, Twice, and Shigaraki, they were able to capture their enemies. Duster was more merciful once the government caved after that, one he became king and he killed the heroes from America who were sent to try and stop him, and he just took every quirk that anyone who opposed him had. It had been a complete accident that he'd taken the brother quirk to One For All from the freckled kid Toga liked, but doing that had stabilized both quirks and made him all the more powerful, no nomuification necessary. 

Dabi slept through all of that, and when he woke it was to the new king of Japan asleep with his head on the edge of Dabi's hospital bed, the country in transition to his power, and the realization that he was going to live to see it all. 

That was five years ago. Four years of destroying any skirmishes that cropped up, changing the government structure, legislation, making Japan different. Theirs. It was four years of hard work and there wasn't really any way that would ever stop, running a country doesn't ever stop, the work just changes. But the changes now are aiming to make sure that there are systems in place that will hold up even when the League isn't around. They won't be forever, but they do want to ensure that the government they're building will outlive them. That means that they can't be the only ones in charge forever, and very slowly, they loosen their hold on the reigns in the hope that they didn't completely fuck this up the way so many of them have fucked up everything else in their lives. And over two months, six, ten, things don't fall apart. He and the rest of the League are still wary of assassination attempts, but Japan is... stable. It's alright, the world doesn't collapse. 

And it's when they're finally letting up a little, Shigaraki asks to see him for something other than work. Dabi is so glad that Shig teleported them out of the palace without telling the others where they were going, because if they were anywhere in earshot when Shigaraki confessed to him and heard the absolutely indignant squeak that came out of him as he finally realized why Shig kept him as his right-hand man and went through so much trouble to keep him alive, he never would have lived it down. He also wouldn't have lived it down when he had stuttered out something about being flattered but not feeling the same way, only for Shigaraki to smile at him and tell him that he would, and then invite him to have dinner. He had been entirely sure things would be weird after that, that Shig would be annoyed, or hurt by the rejection, but he hadn't been. He had gone on with business as usual, but he had kept asking Dabi out on little 'dates'. And Dabi said 'no' a lot. He said it so often that Shigaraki had asked him why he was saying it. If he really didn't want to pursue any kind of romantic relationship with him, or if he was just saying it because he hadn't ever thought that he would live long enough to have those kinds of things. Dabi had set him on fire. Not like it hurt him anymore with so many quirks he's practically a god. 

But that made him think, that made him eventually try to figure out what he was going to do outside of running the country, outside of his revenge now that he has it. It still took another month, Shigaraki not asking him about anything romantic anymore, before he had humiliated himself and gone to ask him out instead. Everything between them after that was a wildfire. Dabi was already well aware that he was big emotions, Shigaraki was too, and the two of them just saying 'fuck it' and going for them with abandon had been, well, a lot. It was all good, but it was certainly a lot. They got sunk deeply into the emotional side of things much faster than Dabi had even thought possible, and then the physical aspect had only gotten better and more and more... unconventional. Dabi is very glad that the rest of the world doesn't know about their relationship, that no one, not even Toga, will mention they're anything other than co-workers in front of mixed company, because he does not want anyone to put any scrutiny on the sudden addition of a dog collar that he's been wearing for a while now. 

///

It's been four years, ten months, and eighteen days since anyone has started even the most meager uprising. Everything has been running smoothly and that means that he and Shigaraki are being forced to take a real break for a while. Shigaraki may be the king, but they have a council, and the council has a parliament. There are things that are being done and plenty of people who are working to ensure that nothing goes wrong, and the four years, ten months, and eighteen days of peace suggest that all of those systems are working successfully to that end. So he and Tomura are being forced to go off on vacation for–

"What do you mean two months?" Dabi barks at the rest of the League who are all standing a decent distance away just in case he decides to lob a fireball at them for the suggestion. 

"You two are always working! You got married and didn't even stop! Go on your honeymoon!" 

Dabi's face goes bright red under his scars, "We did not get married!" 

Shigaraki clears his throat slightly and Dabi whips around to look at him, and his lover just scratches his neck lightly. It's not something that would draw anyone else's attention given how badly he used to tear at his skin, but he immediately connects the dots. Toga definitely asked Shig about the collar when Dabi started wearing it, and Duster must've told her that he didn't like rings because they got too hot and burned him from using his quirk. He knows that Shig is genuinely just waiting with baited breath for long enough to pass so he can actually propose to Dabi without getting lit on fire for doing it too soon, so telling Toga he gave him a 'necklace' instead of an engagement ring or wedding band must have seemed perfectly reasonable to him. 

"I hate you all, you should have let me die." 

"Don't say that," Mister titters, "And everything will be under control while you two are gone. Jin will be maintaining a set of doubles for public appearances and council meetings, so you two will always have your opinions heard during the discussions." 

"You guys can go relax and be gross and we'll hold down the fort." Spinner adds. 

Dabi opens his mouth to protest. Shigaraki is the king and he can't just leave for two months and hope nothing goes wrong. That would be insane-- Tomura's hand, still deadly, but only when he wants it to be, covers Dabi's mouth before he can protest further. "We appreciate your hard work and trust that you'll call us if you need us." 

"You got it, my king." Toga teases. 

"Behave yourselves while we're gone." 

"Sure thing! Don't tell me what to do! You're not my real dad!" 

Tomura huffs softly and teleports them out of the palace, only taking his hand away from his mouth when the liquid for the quirk needs to come out. 

///

Duster, evidently, already packed things up that he wanted to bring with them for the time, and the house they end up at is beautiful. It's a lavish, airy villa on top of a seaside cliff with a big kitchen and a serine sunroom, and Dabi promptly ignores Shigaraki immediately for kidnapping him, but it's very hard to stay angry after a full day in the house, far away from everyone else, no work that they have to do, no constant struggle to survive. He stops ignoring Shig after a day, but he actually relaxes and realizes that he can breathe again after three. He can breathe and the morning of the fourth day he curls up against Tomura's chest and asks, 

"What are we gonna do today, Sir?" 

That earns him a soft smile and his lover's hand cupping his cheek. "I think that we should start training you properly for when we're alone. Wouldn't it be nice if you didn't have to think about anything besides being good for me when we're not working?" 

"Yes, Sir." Just the fleeting thought of it is enough to have his mind going soupy. He didn't really have romantic relationships before Tomura, and the handful of sexual encounters he got into always were fast, rough, and he was usually the one in charge because he didn't trust other people to not fuck up his delicate scars. But it's different with Tomura and Dabi loves being his sub. They've talked plenty before about eventually having a 24/7 Total Power Exchange dynamic. But things were too hectic at home for either of them to feel like that wouldn't be asking for something to go wrong and drop one or both of them. But... two months alone like this? There really isn't a better place for it. 

Tomura gives him a kiss and Dabi melts. He can do whatever Sir asks. He'll prove that he's a perfect sub. 

///

Dabi is given new rules as they start his training. He speaks when spoken to, he kneels unless he's invited to sit on furniture with his dom, he does the domestic chores, and Tomura is in charge of his schedule completely. This is training to be a slave, but Tomura does use a clicker from their petplay to help to reinforce the rules. A year ago Dabi would have thought this treatment would be beyond degrading. But now, he follows all of the rules readily. He likes kneeling on the floor at Tomura's feet. Sir got him a special cushion, he lets him rest his head against his knee, and when he's being very good, Tomura strokes his hair while they sit too. There's also a... not significant amount of weight that is taken off of his shoulders with Sir planning his every activity throughout the day. He was so lost outside of work when he came back from the dead for the second time. He kept thinking that he needed to push himself training at all hours, but he trained enough. He beat Enji, he's maintaining his strength and health even better now that he's not on the run, he didn't need to keep trying to break himself with the work to just feel like he was worthy of living. And all of this is made easier to cope with when Tomura takes charge and tells him how to live. 

Tomura has gotten him a big water bottle that has the measurements on the side and that pings his phone so that he can see how much water he's actually getting. He helps him to pick out meals that are balanced and will keep them both healthy after the absolute mess their diets had been up until they took over the country. He makes sure that Dabi is stretching, applying the medicine to his skin, and keeping track of how much sleep that he's getting. And whenever he's being good, Tomura clicks the little clicker and Dabi immediately perks up like a dog because each little click means, 

"There, you did such a good job making sure you drank enough today. My good boy, and good boys get rewards." 'Rewards' range from actual presents, to getting special treatment in bed, and Dabi's body always goes warmer whenever the other clicks the toy. 

But he gets much, much warmer tonight when Tomura tells him that and then threads his hand through Dabi's hair, coaxing him lower. It is a reward to get to lick and kiss over the bulge in Sir's pants, his head going foggy at even just the first suggestion of getting to fill his mouth. “Manners, baby.” 

“Please let me suck your cock, Sir.” It’s so easy to remember his manners and plead. It makes Sir happy, and that makes the reward even sweeter. 

“Very good, precious.” 

Tomura lets him open his pants and Dabi does his best not to drool too much as he moves his mouth over his cock. One of Tomura's hands goes to his hair and he strokes and pets through the locks as Dabi kneels on his special cushion and starts to feed his cock between his lips. He never gets tired of having his lover's cock in his mouth. It fills him, and the weight of him on his tongue helps him to feel like he's being rooted in the pleasure that pulses through him over being useful for Sir. He always likes to be useful and to make him feel good, and he loves that Tomura takes his pleasure from this, all the while knowing that it's one of the things they do that makes him so hot as well. He hasn't even gotten the other in his throat before his own cock starts to harden. 

Dabi swirls his tongue over the other's head, making sure that he rolls his stud over his slit, using the little ball to press in teasingly like a pearl sound, before he sucks at the skin. Tomura pets him, humming softly in the back of his throat with his satisfaction, which only serves to make Dabi feel even warmer as he continues to move. This is his reward which means that he can take things at whatever pace he wants to. But with his own building arousal, Dabi can only find it in him to take it slow for a little while. He wants to make it good and he can't be patient for that. So he sinks his lover's cock deeper into his mouth and starts to suck and swallow around him more deliberately. 

"Greedy boy," the words drip with Tomura's satisfaction and Dabi does his best to stay focused and not reach a hand to stroke at his own cock, hard and leaking in his pants as he's able to be a good boy, even if he is being a greedy one too. He is allowed to be greedy right now. He's being rewarded. He feeds the other's cock into his throat and feels it stretch to accommodate him, looking up to see his lover's dark, satisfied eyes as he gives the first full swallow around his length. Worth everything that it took to get them here to have Tomura's cock in his throat and red eyes looking at him like he's worth more than his whole kingdom. Dabi whines, desperate to get more of that, desperate to prove how good and perfect he can be, and his lover smiles at him as he strokes his hair. "It's alright, baby, you can be greedy. Just means that I get to spoil you even more." 

Dabi likes the way that sounds, so he takes whatever he can. He opens his throat eagerly and he tries to swallow him up as much as he can. He lets his lips stretch and ache with the way the other is in his throat, he lets himself moan and whine around the movements, not just to give him those pleasant vibrations, but also to let Sir hear how much he likes it, how hot it's making him to get to suck him off. And when he starts to taste his pre on the back of his tongue, Dabi starts to shift a little from how hard he is too, his arousal so pressing that he's making a wet spot on his pants. But he's not allowed to touch himself without permission, and Tomura is still being gentle and hasn't tangled his hand in Dabi's hair and pulled him in tight to fuck his face like he's nothing but a toy, which means he's not able to find his orgasm at the same time as his lover as he sinks him deep into his throat and spills there, his cock twitching against his tongue. Dabi swallows away his cum and stays warming his cock and trembling with his own need until Sir strokes his hair and says, 

"Perfect, firefly. Let me see." 

He only pulls off then, letting Sir tuck himself away as he leans back and opens up his own pants, stained from how badly he's leaking, and once he's exposed, he forces himself to put his hands back flat against his thighs. 

"You're getting so well-trained, baby boy." The praise immediately makes him whimper as another bead of precum drips from his head. "Alright, you can touch yourself now. But you can't cum until I give you permission." 

"Thank you, Sir." It's torture to gather the slickness from his cock and use that to touch himself, his skin already hot with his quirk and nerves so sensitive that he's worried that even just the first stroke is going to do him in. But he holds on, stroking along his length, unable to stop the moans and whines that are coming out of him as he does. 

"You're already so wet, sweetheart." Tomura teases. "Always get so wet just from having a cock in your pretty mouth." 

"Yes, Sir." He agrees breathlessly. He is so hot now that he can't help the trickle of smoke leaking out from his cheeks. 

"I'm going to let you cum soon, baby. All you have to do is wait for me to click twice, and then you can. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir." 

Tomura still makes him hold on for another few minutes, desperation building and building, to the point that as soon as he hears the double clicks, it doesn't even take a full stroke before he's cumming all over his hand and staining his clothes even worse. Not that he cares. He's too busy trembling through the waves of pleasure that are going through him, only heightened even more when Tomura easily pulls him up from the floor, sits him in his lap, and sinks his cock inside of him to fuck him straight through to a second orgasm before he can even fully make sense of what's going on. He's so hazy with it, Dabi doesn't even notice that the clicker gets used again before he cums for the second time. 

///

Dabi gets so used to his training that Tomura has to start training him to have time where he will likely have work and not be able to be around Tomura for stretches of time when they go home. He manages to make this work by assigning Dabi a few hours of 'free time' a day where he has to go somewhere else in the house and entertain himself for that period. Dabi usually uses that time to read or scroll on his phone to see how things are outside of their little vacation. They may not be directly involved with things for the time being, but he wants to know what things look like with them gone. There is a sharp spark of pride in him that things are... getting better. There was a lot of mess when they first took over and there is still so much that has to be maintained to ensure that an entire country stays on the right track, but it's working. They don't seem to be seconds away from a coup at any second. Things are okay. And that only helps Dabi to relax even more. 

He didn't really have hobbies outside of stalking his father's hero career, so he asked Tomura to pick something out for him to learn, and after a few days, his lover comes back with a set of paints and a paper block that can be separated into individual sheets when he's finished with it. He doesn't know if he has an artistic bone in his body and says as much, but Duster just presses a kiss to his temple and asks him to give it a try, paint whatever he wants, the sea, people, something made up, what he's feeling, whatever. Just try for a few days and if he doesn't like it, he can find something else to do. Dabi realizes then that this must be some kind of bullshit therapy thing that the other wants him to try. They got a therapist for Jin after everything to help him get his head on a little straighter, and it has been... helping. He thinks Toga has started seeing someone too. Dabi doesn't want to use this to get out the echoes of his trauma, so he pulls up painting tutorials on his phone and he starts with an apple. The pad of paper had twenty sheets, and in two days he painted twenty apples. He paints them until he thinks he gets how to layer the paint, how the colors blend, where the contrast is supposed to go. They're not good, and Dabi orders more materials, different paints, still acrylic, but with a retarder so that he can have more time to control how they blend, a pallet, and brushes that aren't going to disintegrate as they're used. Dabi doesn't know why he is putting so much effort in, but he can't bring himself to stop once he's started. 

It's during his 'free time', painting in the sunroom that he's claimed as his makeshift studio, when his lover comes into the room. Dabi immediately starts to set the brush aside, thinking that he's somehow managed to stay for too long and not abide by the rest of his schedule, but his lover pauses him easily. "You're fine, pretty boy." He says as he sits down on one of the benches lining the room, "I just wanted to get some sun too. Keep working, you're doing such a good job, firefly." 

He's more than happy to have the company as he works, but a fresh jolt of pleasure goes through his body as the other sits, pairing the praise with a little click. It makes his skin a little warmer and Dabi tries to focus. It's not playtime right now, he's supposed to be a good boy and try to enjoy the project he's working on.  "Thank you, Sir." 

Tomura smiles at him and Dabi tries to turn his attention back to the painting as his lover taps away at the game on his phone. He doesn't think that he's going to be good at painting by the time they go back home, but he... doesn't hate it. It's nice to have something to learn that isn't going to be life or death. He isn't going to have their new government fall apart if he makes a mistake, he isn't going to lose the most important fight in his life if he does this wrong. He can play with the paint on the wood boards he's gotten, feeling it move underneath knives and brushes. He can try things, hate them, and try again. That is nice. There is something... soothing in the action, though he certainly won't be telling Tomura that. 

"You've gotten so much better in such a short amount of time, firefly. You really can do anything you set your mind to, can't you?" He clicks again as he gives him the praise and Dabi shivers slightly despite his temperature creeping up a little more. 

"I try, Sir." 

"I know, baby. It makes me so proud of you." He clicks again and Dabi bites his lip as his body seems to think that it's time for them to play. It's not though, and when he turns to look at Sir, he's paying attention to his phone again, just idly fiddling with the clicker in his other hand. Dabi isn't allowed to ask to play or for rewards throughout the day. He only gets what Sir says that he's earned. He doesn't want to get in trouble for asking for anything more. So he goes back to painting. 

The heat is still under his skin as he works, and he reaches for his water bottle, trying to cool down with the icy water from inside. But when he takes the straw out of his mouth, the other man tells him, "Good job making sure you're getting your water in today, precious." And he clicks the toy. 

Dabi barely manages a, "Thank you, Sir." Again as he tries his best not to squirm as he feels not just heat, but genuine arousal starting to prickle his veins. It's so silly. He's not even being touched, the praise is not more than Tomura normally gives him during their play. It shouldn't be making him so hot, but it is making his skin prickle with need as he tries to focus on playing with the light and shadow in the painting. But it's so hard to focus on anything when he's wondering how good he will have to be for the rest of the day to get Sir to reward him tonight. He always earns a reward in some capacity, he always behaves himself, but he doesn't always get to be fucked hard or with rougher play. Those he really has to earn. And if he's getting this hot just from a little praise, he probably needs the harder play to make himself feel more satisfied. 

He tries to keep working, but Tomura keeps chiming in with little things. "You look so pretty in the light", "I'm so glad that we're here together", "You're everything that I want for the future, firefly", and he click, click, clicks with the device each time that he does. He clicks, and Dabi's whole body gets hotter, until he feels like he's suffocating in his thin t-shirt and sweats. Until he feels like his skin is itching with the need to be touched and his cock is, humiliatingly, starting to stir in his pants. He bites at his lip and tries so hard to focus, but he can't quite hide how his hand is starting to tremble around the brush when he tries to bring it back to the board. 

"What's wrong, beautiful? Am I making you nervous?" 

"N-no, Sir." He nearly winces as he stutters. 

"Are you lying to me, precious?" Tomura's voice is gently neutral, and Dabi knows he's going to be punished one way or another anyway, so he sets the brush down in the dirty water cup and half turns to face him, his face burning as his shame goes so hot. "Oh, baby boy, look at that," Dabi keeps his head down, expecting to be reprimanded for being such a needy slut he couldn't even wait until tonight-- "You're doing such a good job with your training. Working even faster than I thought it would." 

Dabi's mind goes unhelpfully blank as he looks up. Tomura is smiling at him, smug and amused as he clicks again to accompany the praise. Brought him here, set out the rules, started using the clicker. Every time he did well, he got his reward, either physical or praise and the reward always came with a click of the device. It was easy to do well when the rewards made him feel so good. 

"I wonder how well-behaved you can be for me." Tomura says. "Why don't you show me? Let me see all of your pretty skin, firefly." 

Dabi's arousal and humiliation both sit under his skin, and the former pushes him up from the chair so that he can pull off his shirt and peel his pants down his legs. Stripping his clothes only makes the arousal even worse, his body now thinking that he is absolutely going to be getting a physical reward even as Dabi isn't sure about that. This is a different kind of training and game than he thought that they were playing, he doesn't know what to think of this one. 

"There, absolutely stunning, precious. I love how the light dances over your skin, and you're doing such a good job of following orders. I'm so proud of you." He clicks the toy again and Dabi whimpers as his cock swells a little more without even being touched. That has Tomura's eyes going even hotter on him. "Come here, baby." 

He crosses the room in an instant, ready to get touches, kisses, to have the other's cock inside of him wherever he can get it, it doesn't matter. He just knows he needs something as he goes so warm. But Tomura doesn't let him kiss, doesn't let him touch when he gets close enough. He catches Dabi around his hips and turns him around before pulling him down into his lap. Dabi presses his back against his chest, tilting his head too so that he can nose up along his neck, wanting to get his mouth on the other's skin. 

"Patience, firefly." Tomura commands, one hand moving to curl over Dabi's thigh. Even just that steadying touch has Dabi moaning as he tries to grind back to feel if Tomura's cock is hardening yet. "I want to see your training at work." Dabi thought he was already showing that just by getting so hot from the praise and clicker alone. But he tries to be good to earn more of it. "What are you feeling, sweetheart?" 

"Warm, Sir." 

"Yeah?" 

Dabi manages a weak nod. "Like you've been touching me all over. Want you to touch me, Sir." 

"I've barely touched you yet." He traces the fingers up his thigh even more lightly. "Tell me what you want, and I'll think about your reward, precious." 

"Want you to touch my cock," he begs, knowing that he won't get it at all if he's not specific. Tomura hums, tilting his head so that he can press soft kisses along the side of Dabi's neck and over his shoulder. "W-want Sir's cock inside. Want you to make me feel good and fill me up, please." Sir puts his hand over Dabi's stomach and Dabi does his best not to whine when he does, having thought the shifting touch meant that he was going to get his hand where he wanted it. 

"You're being such a good boy following my orders." Tomura tells him, pairing the praise with another click and Dabi can't help moaning as his cock twitches like he was touched. Oh god, he really has been trained like a dog, hasn't he? That embarrassment only makes him feel even hotter and Dabi finds himself trembling in the other's lap. "Such a good boy, always listening to me so well." The amusement is dripping off of Tomura's tongue as he rubs his thumb over his seam. "So responsive and ready to do whatever you're told as long as I'm promising that it will feel good in the end, isn't that right?" 

"Yes, Sir," he croaks. 

"I'm going to make you feel good, baby. You've proved that you're absolutely perfect. You've more than earned a reward, and I'm not even going to have to touch your pretty cock to give you one." He promises. "I'm just going to tell you how lovely you are dripping like that, so needy for anything that you can get with just a click of a button--" he clicks again and Dabi gasps. The device might as well be a dial that he's ratcheting higher and higher on his arousal with every time he clicks it. He's getting warmer, wetter as pre beads and drips along his length. 

"Sir," he whines. 

"What? Does it not feel good? Aren't you having fun, precious? I know how much you like it when I give you all of my attention and make your body do whatever I tell it to. It's going to be so nice to have you trained so well. You already do everything you're told, but I'm going to enjoy being able to click a button and watch as you start to tremble and moan as your cute cock strains your pants. I wonder if I'll even need to use words after a little while." He hums. "Maybe I'll be able to just click," he does it again and Dabi moans. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's all in his head, he knows it's all just in his head, but it doesn't matter. It's still making him hotter as the other does it. It's making him ache from how hard he is now. "And you'll get so hot that you drop to your knees in front of everyone just to get more. Maybe," he clicks again and Dabi twists in his lap, not sure if he's trying to get away or get closer to the other and the agony of arousal burning in his veins. "I'll get to show everyone else what a well-trained pet you are now as you writhe without a touch, and cum like that just from the memory of all the times I've had my hands on you." 

There's no way that he would be able to-- Tomura kisses his shoulder, holds the clicker high enough so that Dabi can see it, and he gives it two pushes in quick succession. There is a split second where Dabi hears those double clicks and remembers all of the times in the past month that his lover has clicked the toy like that every time Dabi came. Embarrassed indignance surges through him for a split second-- but that is all he has time for before his head is back against Sir's shoulder and he's crying out as his orgasm pulses through him and stripes cum up over his stomach without a single touch against his cock. 

Dabi is gasping for breath, trying to find enough of it so that he can curse out his lover for training him like a dog instead of a sub, but he doesn't get the chance, Tomura's hand is going to his stomach again, gathering his cum and then shifting him in his lap so that he can use it to open him up. He jolts, his nerves all sharply oversensitive from how quickly that touch comes after his orgasm, but Tomura is kissing his cheek and murmuring, "See? Such a good boy. Absolutely perfect." He clicks once and Dabi yelps as a sharper pang of arousal hits his nerves. No. Surely not-- "And I know you're going to keep being perfect for me." He rubs his fingers over him again and then starts to press one inside. 

Dabi's body opens eagerly for the touch. He's always eager for his lover's touch, and he figures out how to get his knees on the bench on either side of Sir's legs so that he can lift himself a bit from his lap, using the leverage to help the digits go deeper and stroke against his prostate. And he gets rewarded for every movement he makes to try and have more as he feels Sir's cock so hard against him. Little clicks when he rubs against his prostate,

“Ah! S-Sir, please” his nerves are stinging with how sharp the arousal is in the wake of his orgasm. That sensation only gets worse as his body forces him hard again so fast hearing every click of reward that is made. He doesn't know the last time he felt so overwhelmed by Tomura in bed that he thought he might set fire to them both, but he's very glad they're in the sunroom right now because the open windows are letting the smoke spill out from inside of the walls. He is opened so easily, so fully, and Dabi doesn't remember to be annoyed about the clicker because he is being hardwired to hear every click and know that he's getting more pleasure, a bigger reward. 

"What do you want, precious?" His voice lower and rough with his own arousal and Dabi wants–

"Your cock, please, please, please! Please, Sir, please fill me up with your cock. I need it, please, Sir! I'll be good!" 

Tomura's lips curl up into the ghost of a smile and he pumps three fingers into Dabi's body again just to hear him keen before he murmurs, "You are, listening to all of the rules, making sure you're behaving. You can't ever be anything but my good boy, sweetheart." But he doesn't click until his fingers have pulled out of Dabi's body and the head of his cock is pressing in instead. He does his best to not lower himself onto him immediately, not having gotten permission for that, but he can't help whining desperately as he waits to get more. 

Tomura lets him lower himself by inches, and only then wraps a hand around his waist so that he can still control how quickly Dabi pushes himself back up. He decides where his weight sits and how much of an angle they are at. Sir decides what's best for him. And he's right to put Dabi at the hard pace that he settles on, using his strength to help bring Dabi down into his lap at a steady rhythm, but one that is hard enough that he might have bruises on the backs of his thighs before he's finished. He doesn't care. He'd happily tear himself open if it meant that he could keep feeling the stretch of his cock inside and every sharp spark of pleasure that races over his nerves each time he's lowered again. He still hasn't been given a single touch against his dick, and he knows that he's not going to need it. He is already melting from how good it feels to be fucked like this, a hand on him would just bring him to his completion embarrassingly quickly despite already having been spent, each fresh movement making his body painfully aware of how soon it is to have so much in the wake of his first orgasm.

He still doesn't manage to hold on long as Tomura kisses at his neck, one arm around his middle to keep him moving at the pace he wants, and the other hand bringing the clicker in front of his face. Dabi whimpers, shaking his head weakly. He knows his lover can’t be close yet and if he cums again now, the oversensitivity will only get worse as he’s fucked through until he’s ready to spill. "What's wrong, baby boy? Don't you want to feel good? Aren't you excited to get rewarded for your good behavior?" 

But he can't contradict Sir. Can't talk back or disobey the rules unless he's using a safe word, and the embarrassment in him isn't the kind of discomfort that would beg him to do that. "Yes, Sir." He croaks again. 

"Good, and you're going to prove it in one," he fucks up into his body a little harder, a little faster, "Two," and his fingers across his side press into the sensitive seam of his scars to put fresh fireworks behind his eyes, "Three." He clicks the device twice and Dabi's balls draw tight as they spill a more modest splash of cum over his stomach as he's brought over the edge again, undeniably, by that sound. His hole clenches tighter around Sir's cock as his whole body tenses with his orgasm, and then melts into a warm, satisfied goo that makes it so hard for him to try to keep moving against him. It doesn't matter though, Sir is strong enough to keep him doing what he wants, and he brings his body up and down on his length for several minutes, until Dabi is thrashing weakly and sobbing from how over-sensitive his hole is, before he slams his down and fills him up to the brim with his cum. 

Dabi feels dizzy as he lays back against his lover's chest with cum smeared all over his skin. It takes a while for him to catch his breath and remember how to think, but he does eventually turn his face into Tomura's neck and mumble, "Can I talk, Sir?" He's to speak when spoken to and he's supposed to be sweet and submissive when they're playing. 

"Of course you can, firefly." But Tomura never makes him hold that if he has something that he really wants to say. He may love to be completely in control of Dabi and love to sculpt him to his will, but he doesn't actually want to make Dabi something that he's not. 

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" He snaps with as much vitriol as he can manage. Tomura immediately lets out a burst of laughter as he encircles him with both arms as he kisses the top of his head. 

"But it's working so well--" 

"Too well! Do you know how much Compress fiddles with his pens during meetings?! I'm going to be in a puddle of cum at the end of them if you clicker train me for that!" If anything that only makes his lover laugh a little harder. "You can't use a clicker!" 

"Alright, alright. We'll switch to something else. I don't want you to end up getting so needy for anyone else." Tomura kisses his cheek too. "But you liked it otherwise?" 

Dabi's face gets even hotter. "... You're such a perverted freak." 

"Dabi." There is warning in his tone now. He is supposed to be honest about what he likes and doesn't like when it comes to these things. 

"... I like it when you make me perfect for you." 

That earns him a hand on his chin, turning him back so that Sir can kiss his lips slowly and deeply. He rests their foreheads together when they part and murmurs, "You're already perfect for me, firefly. Now we're just modding." 

He's a fucking nerd, Dabi thinks with warmth inside of his chest. He's a nerdy gamer, the person who tore down hero society in Japan, the king, and the person that Dabi is happy to give himself up to completely. They're rebuilding everything so that it fits with the world they wanted to see. He doesn't think he should be surprised that his lover is having fun teasing and adjusting him throughout their play to get Dabi acting the way he wants as well. And if it's going to be things like this that bring him so much ecstasy, Dabi is certainly not going to complain. 

Thanks for reading!

[maritotoy]

MAUGA X READER

A LITTLE BIT OF MISTAKE pt. 2

Warning: This content is rated 🔞. This might involve sexual relations. Do not read if you are underage.

(Previously)...

You blushed hard but at the same time, your heart started beating faster.

"No. No. No! NO!! YOU ASSHOLE! Don't you fucking dare touch me you perverted bastard!" You yelled, squirming beneath his grasp.

Mauga watched them squirmed, lifting them and smiles as he watched them contently.

(CONTINUATION)...

It's becoming more difficult for you to maintain your sanity with Mauga at your side because the two of you are still stuck within the damaged structure.

He gently lays you back down on the ground where you had previously fallen but this time he kept your arms pinned to your sides with one hand and placed his other over both of your wrists firmly. He looked down at your face, still covered with dirt and dust from the collapsed building. He leaned down close to you and spoke softly in your ear, "...I think we're done here, don't you?"

He suddenly pulls you into a standing position and pins you against the boulder behind you, holding you there by your arms. His face inches closer until you can feel the warmth radiating off of him.

"How about a kiss... to show you that you aren't useless anymore?~" He cooed.

You glared at him, "Not happening. Get off of me."

Your expression became murderous and you began furiously thrashing around against his grip, screaming at him, "If you were able to get out of this trap all this time then what's the hold up! What are you waiting for, huh!? Just kill me already! I know you want to!"

Mauga simply chuckled, staring down at you with those unnerving eyes of his, "Why, little bunny, I'd love to~ I'm just enjoying seeing the light in your eyes disappear~"

he grinned and laughed.

"You sick fuck! You sick piece of shit!! Stop messing with me!!" You screamed at him and struggled against his grip harder. You continued to struggle for quite some time, until Mauga suddenly stops moving and loosened his hold on your wrists,

and his large hands covers your eyes.

You stood there now confused, feeling utterly bewildered as you tried desperately to see what he's doing now. He seemed to be standing right beside you.

Before you could say something Mauga brings his lips to yours and kisses you passionately and passionately in return, making your blood boil.

You stood there in shock.

You try your best to fight back but you can't move.

You can't do anything except stare in darkness helplessly.

Feeling his lips as he kisses you passionately, his huge hand covering your eyes gently.

You don't realize that your eyes are closing until he breaks the kiss to take a breath.

"Wanna see how much longer you can last?" He whispers in your ears, sending shivers down your spine as he puts down his hand and stares at your revealed shock expression.

He kisses your cheek, your nose, your chin, your neck... anywhere he wanted, leaving soft kiss marks wherever he kissed.

You held back moan. Trying your hardest to suppressed them.

He keeps kissing you, his mouth traveling from your lips to your jaw and finally to your shoulder, his warm breath hitting your sensitive skin as he continued to kiss every inch of your skin with no regard to your struggles.

You stood there frozen.

'Wasn't he about to kill me?'

'Why is he so gentle?'

'He's an enemy'

'I cannot...'

'What is he trying to do?'

You tell yourself.

You feel your resistance gradually melting away until you lose any sense of logic left in your brain, just giving in to the passion that filled you and his kisses and touches.

You begin to melt against him, feeling overwhelmed and powerless and hopeless.

You don't even notice that the darkness has completely swallowed you whole until you are completely engulfed by it.

You pretended to stay strong, even though you didn't want to, even though you weren't ready.

You tried your very best to resist his kiss and words that made you feel weak and vulnerable, but it didn't last long before you break in and gave into his pleasured words and kisses.

Even now, as long as you live, you will never forget how hot, lustful, passionate Mauga's kisses were.

Mauga stops kissing you, but you can feel the wetness of his mouth where he kissed you, and you're sure he's licking it up with a satisfied smile on his face.

You feel your face flush bright red as you realize what you have done.

You stared with disbelief at the mess you've created. You've just kissed the monster who tried to kill you. You had no idea how you got yourself into such a predicament and what was worse, you knew exactly what it is that he wants from you, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You couldn't do it. You couldn' t give into him. There is no way you would let someone like him win.

You were determined to keep fighting until the end.

"How dare you!" you spat venomously, pushing Mauga harshly on the chest, causing him to stumble slightly before grabbing you by your shoulders and placing you back up in front of him, pinning you back against the wall again.

You glare up at him, refusing to look away or back down. You hated him, you hated everything about him.

"Be careful! I have two hearts inside of me, remember that. It's quite painful when I have one of them in my possession." He explained with a smirk, leaning down closer to you. "Don't test my patience too much, bunny." He muttered, his voice low and dangerous, "We wouldn't want that, now, would we?"

The two of you were silent. Both glaring and glaring daggers at each other, neither breaking eye contact not until...

You pulled him into a heated, desperate kiss, your teeth biting into his lip roughly.

Mauga groans, pulling away and allowing himself to be lost in the sensation of being with you. He wrapped an arm around your waist possessively and held you tight against him. The feeling of his big fingers pressing tightly against your hips was enough to make your knees quiver involuntarily.

He moved slowly, savouring the taste of your lips. His tongue explored your moist mouth as he deepens the kiss. You moaned in excitement as he licked your bottom lip teasingly, sucking on it gently, teasing you more.

Your hands roamed into his chest, gently touching his cybernetic hearts, loving the feeling as you stroked them with the pads of your fingertips. You felt them beating, almost violently, your fingers crossed to its tribal tattoos as you ran your hands along the edges of them.

As you traced the tattoo on Mauga's chest, he growled in pleasure.

"lo'u alofa," he says breathlessly, looking deeply into your eyes, "you're a temptress." He says with that huge smug look plastered all over his face.

You widened your eyes and now you have regretted what you have officially done.

You pulled away from him with a blush.

"I am going to die if I continue with this..." You whisper in horror You hadn't meant to kiss him like that, you didn't mean to make a fool out of yourself. Your eyes widen even further in horror and embarrassment.

Mauga chuckles, wrapping his arm loosely around your waist and bringing you back into his embrace, pressing his body tighter against yours.

"If your worried about your so-called Overwatch team, then don't worry about much," He mumbled, his lips brushing against your ear. "They ain't here."

"Then why don't you leave already!?" You snapped and pushed against his chest once more.

He smiled, his grin widening as he pressed his chest harder against yours.

"Because this is fun...and you're fun...and I'm so damn hungry." He grins.

You rolled your eyes at him and scoffed, crossing your arms against your chest.

"...You're a pig." You muttered.

Mauga smirks, "And what are you?" He retorted.

You glared at him angrily.

"I hate you."

Mauga just smiles at you.

Suddenly he picks you up bridal style and leaps from the imprisoned structure, shielding you, and the two of you are set free.

You stared in disbelief. You were free? You thought you were going to die! How could you be so stupid!?

"With your immense strength, you might have simply set us free. Why didn't you do that from the start!?" You exclaimed angrily in anger at him, not knowing what else to say, "We would have been free sooner if you just saved us first!"

Mauga just laughs amused at you, putting you back down on the ground, "I did save you. Now you're here."

You glared at him.

"No, you killed me, asshole!" You shouted angrily at him.

"And yet here you stand." Mauga smug triumphantly, pointing a finger at you. "You should thank me."

"Oh, fuck you..."

"Your welcome." He smirks.

Mauga looks around. It was still broad daylight but when the two of you were trapped together it felt like hours had gone by since your kiss. You both looked at one another.

And Mauga, that giant ass pig, smirked widely.

"Your friends aren't here either...that means you're alone." He said smugly.

You narrowed your eyes at him, your cheeks heating up.

"Well, they won't be for long because-" Suddenly, he grabs you by the waist and carries you bridal style,again. "Woah!" You exclaimed in surprise. "Put me down!" You yelled at him.

He smirks as he brings his face inches from yours. "Nope," he smirks.

You huff frustratedly as you roll your eyes.

Mauga together with you ran towards his place, wrapping your arms into his broad neck, praying to God that this man won't let go of you and drag you to his home.

When he reaches his house he drops you off at the door of his room.

"Welcome! ~" He chirped playfully.

You stared coldly at him before turning and walking briskly inside, avoiding him as he laughed heartily at you. Once the door closed behind you, you stood frozen on the spot, your cheeks blushing as heat spread throughout your entire body. That damned man was going to be the death of you.

"afio mai ile fale, alofa!" Mauga called out in a sing song voice as he walked back to his hut. "O le a manaia lenei mea!" He added with a laugh.

You stared with a bit of confusion. You don't speak samoan language, and you don't know that word, but Mauga spoke in it.

What does that word mean? You wondered.

You saw some bandages and some medicinal ointments laid out on a bed next to him, which you assumed belonged to Mauga. And then something else caught your attention: A small vial of clear liquid. You furrowed your brows. What was that? Was it medicine? Some sort of poison? Then beside the bed there was a table on top is a book.

It has Baptiste's picture circled in red, but you weren't able to make sense of it.

Why was there a picture of Baptiste on Mauga's bedside table?

Mauga closed the book, you were staring so much at the iillustration and suddenly he came up behind you, wrapping his large hands tightly around your waist.

Your heart started racing as he brought his head closer to you and placed a feathery light kiss on the nape of your neck.

"Why is Baptiste on your bedside table?", you asked curiously, completely forgetting that he had just kissed you. Mauga grinned at you mischievously.

"Baptiste, a friend who left me after a very bad time," he said darkly, tightening his grip slightly as though warning you to not cross him.

Mauga turned you around swiftly, pressing you forcefully against the wall behind you, his hand resting at the side of your neck. Your breathing became erratic as you stared into his glowing red eyes. Those eyes that reminded you of the blood stained on your arm; those eyes that made you weak. Made you weak because of the power and lust that radiated from them.

You swallowed hard as Mauga leaned down and took a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. His thumb caressed your cheek and he pulled away from you. You breathed heavily as Mauga placed another slow, lingering kiss on your nose, before he rested his forehead against yours and gazed into your beautiful eyes.

"Now I think you're ready to hear my explanation for that horrible kiss earlier."

You blushed hard, remembering how intimate and sexual it had become.

"Please tell me that wasn't actually a confession." You said hesitantly as you lowered your gaze and looked at your feet shyly.

Mauga laughed loudly, pulling you into his embrace, lifting you effortlessly in the air. His smile grew bigger as he carried you down to the bed. He placed you carefully on the mattress, propping himself up right next to you.

"If I am then, you're a terrible liar." He said.

You scowled at him, "I don't get that..." You said with a sour look. Mauga chuckled softly, rubbing your thighs with his thumbs. You shivered as his touch tingled your skin through the thin material of your underwear.

Mauga leaned in slowly. His lips brushed gently against yours as the corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a seductive smirk.

"I never lied when I said I was hungry..." He whispered, kissing you again. His kisses grew rougher, his tongue running along your bottom lip teasingly. Your whole body stiffened.

You tried to push him away but his large fingers held onto your wrists. He moved his head to your neck and began sucking marks into your skin.

"Mauga!" You gasped out between moans. His teeth dug harshly into your shoulder causing you to squirm beneath him.

"Hmm..." He hummed quietly, licking at your jawline as he pulled away. "... I can't! M-my teammates! I-I need to...to help them!" You protested but Mauga didn't listen to you anymore and soon his warm lips were back on yours, trailing over your collarbone, your neck and chest, his breath fanning against your naked flesh. He reached the edge of your panties and slowly lowers them like very slowly. You whimpered in protest but he only chuckled against your skin and continued to pull and peel away your clothes.

"M-mauga!" You whined as you grabbed hold of him, trying to pull him back towards yourself, to try and stop him. But he didn't move an inch and continued to tease your bare stomach. He pulled away from you, his bright, glowing eyes meeting yours.

"Don't worry about the others." He smirked evilly. "They'll be fine without you for awhile." He said before kissing and biting at your skin hungrily once more. His hot breath tickling and teasing as he teased you mercilessly.

"M-Mauga! No!" You begged as you squirmed, wanting desperately to escape.

"Mauga yes." Mauga groaned in pleasure.

"Your killing me... " "Good! I want this." Mauga whispered seductively in your ear, "Keep struggling. Keep fighting." He growled lowly, his deep voice rumbling within your ears. You couldn't help but whimper in excitement, but it soon died down as Mauga kissed you deeply. His tongue moving in sync with his hands, roaming your body with his hands.

"Aah..." You panted as you arched your back. "Mauga... "You cried out as you felt his mouth travel down to your breasts.

You whimpered and bucked your hips to bring him nearer to your entrance.

Mauga smirks and chuckles at your attempt to please him. He stopped what he was doing for a moment to look at you, amusement clearly written across his features.

"Oh yes." He whispers as he starts licking his way down your body, pausing every now and then to nibble at the sensitive skin.

"Hnnghhhh..." You moan and bite your lower lip nervously as goosebumps covered your skin. It felt so good. So right. Like it was meant to happen. It's been so long since you've had sex, or even been touched like this...and you knew it was all worth it.

"Ah~" you gasp as Mauga bites lightly on one of your breasts. You could feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes, and yet you kept looking at him and his eyes, searching for any hint of emotion that would indicate sadness, hurt or anger. Anything. But he remained calm, unaffected by your reactions and merely looked at you expectantly. You sighed sadly as you shook your head lightly.

"This isn't right." You told him as your eyes filled with regret. "I shouldn't have done this."

He looked up at you questioningly. "Done what?" He questioned calmly.

"Let you take advantage of me." You replied as you looked at the ground ashamed.

Mauga chuckled at this, "So you are interested."

Your eyes snapped up to meet his as you felt yourself flush scarlet at the realization. Oh no...

His lips curled into a wicked grin as he pushed you further into the pillows and leaned down and gave a passionate kiss. When he pulled away you stared blankly up at him for a moment, before you quickly sat up.

"No. This is wrong. I cannot do this to my team and you." You argued, feeling guilty.

"You say that, but we both know you will give in to temptation soon enough. And then what shall they do? The others are still out there looking for us." He argued.

"But this is wrong."

"And what if it is?" He challenged you. "Do you deny that our actions speak louder than words?"

You were speechless. How could you answer his question?

"If we keep going forward it may get harder. Difficult!" You reasoned. Mauga laughs loudly with that stupid beaming smile on his face.

"Difficult for whom? We don't see anyone here and they won't notice us, and besides you are already HERE. There is no other choice."

"That doesn't mean I am ready. If something were to happen to the team-"

Mauga licks your neck softly and trails a few gentle kisses down to your breasts. "What is 'wrong' with giving in to passion?" He asked huskily as his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his fingers massaging at the tight, engorged knot. You let out a small gasp of discomfort and pleasure at this erotic assault

"M-Mauga! Stop! This isn't fair to the team! Please...you can't force me-"

"And why would you want to leave anyways? What's to stop you from staying, being exactly as you are now?" Mauga murmured as his fingers started exploring your pussy. Your hands immediately went to his hair and tugged playfully.

"Is it because I'm your enemy, little bunny?" He growls, leaning in close to your ear to nibble on it with his sharp fangs. You bit your lip and turned around slightly so that your back faced him. Mauga grinned to himself as he watched you.

"Or maybe you just like playing dirty and having fun when things go bad." He murmurs, pressing a kiss against the base of your spine before he begins to lick you slowly.

You moaned loudly. You wanted to beg him to stop. To end it. But you found yourself unable to utter any word.

You lay helpless underneath Mauga while he played your body like his personal playground. He was relentless with his ministrations until your body trembled uncontrollably from the exquisite pleasure coursing through you. Mauga grinned victoriously as he saw his prey finally succumb and break.

"E lua fatu e pamu...." He mumbled as he trailed his fingers along your clit to find a place that excited him most. He slipped a finger inside you and stroked you gently.

You cried out, reaching down to grab onto his hand. He smiled to himself and started fucking you hard. Your breathing became erratic as his fingers continued to thrust into you.

His fingers were large and strong, almost too big for you but your entire body seemed to crave his touch. You moaned loudly, clutching at the sheets with your fists.

Mauga watched you eagerly. He enjoyed seeing you writhing under him like that. Every moan, every whimper and gasp he heard was delicious. Even though you were supposed to hate him, Mauga couldn't help but enjoy watching you suffer, and enjoying the sounds of your pleasuring. Pleasure flooded into his veins, making him feel stronger and bolder.

"Mauga..." You pleaded weakly and he felt his dick twitch.

"You can call out my name all you like." Mauga purred before he slid another finger inside you.

You closed your eyes tightly. It took all your strength not to release, to not scream out loud, but you had to remain strong. Mauga knew this.

"Please...please don't stop." You pleaded again.

"Never." Mauga promised softly as he moved faster and faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. Your walls clenched around his fingers, pulling and pulling them in and out of you. He loved hearing you scream like that. It made his cock throb painfully. He wanted nothing more than to watch you, to taste you, to make you cum all over his fingers.

He began to pump into you even faster and faster. Faster and faster as you tried to fight him. You needed this. You craved it. Deserved it. Wanted it. And you'd be damned if anything happened to ruin his fun.

You came in an instant. Your body shaking violently, screaming in pure ecstasy. Mauga smirked to himself. You looked absolutely beautiful when you climaxed. The sound of your screams mixed perfectly with the sound of your whimpers and pants escaping your mouth.

"Alofa, we're not finished. Not yet." Mauga breathed harshly as he watched you come undone, moaning incoherently. Mauga couldn't hold back the smug grin. After all, he was the one who had taken you there, so what did it matter that he was the one who was coming?

Mauga pulls his fingers out and grabs you firmly by the hips, pulling you up into him and slamming you down onto his tip. You moaned loudly as he slid his thick member in and out of you, your whole body tensing.

"T-too big!" You cried out, your eyes fluttering closed as he hit your prostate. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Just stay with me...stay with me..." He murmured in between grunts. "You want it just as much as I do." He added before sucking roughly on your breast.

The next minute you were moaning his name and begging for more as he fucked you harder and faster. His movements quickened to match your pace and soon you were gasping out his name repeatedly while his teeth tore at your nipple.

Mauga didn't stop there either. No. Not quite yet. He continued to pounds you fiercely and mercilessly as his tongue and teeth ravaged your body. You moaned and gasped loudly as you felt him push deeper and deeper inside of you. You wanted more, needed mmore

You both lost count how many times it happened. By the time he was finished and you had cried out again and again he pulled out of you completely, rolling off of you so that you were lying flat across the mattress, panting and sweaty from your orgasm, and completely spent.

You lay there, panting heavily, feeling lightheaded from the exertion and the lack of air, as Mauga laid beside you lazily, gazing down at you and grinning evilly like a child who had stolen all the candy from the store without permission.

His face was flushed and you could tell he hadn't stopped smiling since his climax. He was satisfied and very happy about it too.

You could tell by the way his eyes kept darting over your naked body greedily.

"Didn't think you'd last that long." Mauga muttered, still catching his breath. You rolled over to look up at him, trying to catch your breath also.

"I don't usually, but today was different..." You admitted softly.

"Oh? Because of my dick or the fact that we've been making love for a couple hours straight?" He chuckled, wiggling his brows playfully.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and you stammered incoherently as you sat up, turning away from him to try and cool down. You knew he was teasing you but it still made you blush furiously.

Mauga laughed as he watched you fuss in front of him. He crawled over to you and kissed your shoulder tenderly.

"Hey now bunny, I wasn't joking. I really did enjoy myself today." He whispered. You turned back to look at him and smiled.

He was right; he had enjoyed the experience more than he had expected. But the thought of you doing it for the first time made him excited and nervous all at the same time. He wondered how he would react when he got to the point where he couldn't take the anticipation anymore. He wondered how it would affect him if you decided to leave. How disappointed he would feel afterwards and what he would do to convince you to stay.

But that was later. Right now, Mauga had something much better to focus on. Something far better to occupy his attention. He grabbed hold of your wrists to pull them above your head. You yelped in surprise, looking at him wide eyed.

"I was thinking, it wouldn't be so bad if you didn't have those pesky bruises anymore." Mauga said as he lifted your hands above your head and began tracing kisses all along your arms. You shivered at the soft touches and moaned quietly as his lips trailed further downwards.

You forget about the team, you forget about your job, you forget about everything else. All you cared about was his touch and the way his lips were making you feel. Mauga reached between your legs and began massaging you gently, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. You writhed in pleasure beneath him, unable to contain the moan that escaped your lips.

"We'll continue this on our next mission~" He hummed as he slipped out his finger. "Maybe once you are ready I can take you back home, alofa."

He bent down and kissed you passionately. Your whole body tingled pleasantly and you could barely keep yourself upright as you returned his kiss.

Suddenly, your thoughts turned dark and you broke away from Mauga, gasping for air and trying desperately not to gag.

"OMG! My team!"

-End?

[kallietell]

Chocolate for the road

Carmen has been concealing her massive gain, but when her best friend Mindy notices just how tight Carmen's Halloween costume is, she can't keep her thoughts to herself.

“Are you sure that's what you’re wearing?” came a voice from behind Carmen. “Like absolutely sure? Cause that costume is a little…tight.”

Carmen froze, her hand still gripping the Kitkat bar she’d been scouring the oversized candy bowl for. She dropped it guiltily then turned slowly to face her accuser, the seams of her overtaxed outfit creaking with the effort. 

Carmen knew she’d been putting on weight lately, but with the cooling weather and the increased stress at her remote job, she’d been living in oversized sweatshirts for a month and a half. A lightning-quick data analyst, Carmen was assigned to an enormous Q4 project that had the chance to make or break the company, and the pressure was starting to build. The same could be said for her clothes, and as she stressed, researched, and calculated, she was never without a fattening treat to comfort her worries. 

Things started off more or less reasonably, with nightly food deliveries when she was too tired to cook, sugary coffee concoctions (that were nutritionally more akin to milkshakes) to stay awake, and constant crunchy snacks to keep her focused. She found that the more she ate and the more her newly burgeoning gut began to protrude out into her lap, the hungrier she got. Within the first week, catching Carmen without a junky snack or greasy takeout container was a rarity. 

I need to focus on the project entirely, she told herself, and that means I have to put my vanity to the side. 

She decided to go on a strict diet the second the project was complete, but until then she wouldn't restrict herself.

I need food, she thought. Brain fuel. 

Satisfied with her rationalizations, Carmen began to stuff her face like never before. A daily dinner delivery morphed into multiple deliveries a day and Carmen was constantly packed, her orders increasing in size and decreasing in nutritional value until she found herself taking down an entire pizza and still craving more. Sweets were her favorite, and since October had begun there was rarely a day in which she didn’t finish a family-sized bag of chocolate. She ate as she worked, as she read, as she relaxed, and even began to wake up in the middle of the night feeling absolutely ravenous, her body now unaccustomed to spending more than 7 hours without a feast. 

She’d been mostly isolated since her hectic new work schedule had begun and, for the most part, the only people she ever saw in person were the delivery drivers who were enabling her fattening habits. Her uniform of leggings and sweats were getting harder and harder to tug up her tubby thighs, and whenever she walked to the kitchen for another soda or to the door to pick up her order, she felt her fatty belly beginning to jiggle freely with each step. She’d given up entirely on sucking in, and instead let the rounded, growing sphere poke out and make her sweatshirts protrude. 

Carmen was ignoring her transformation as best as she could, telling herself it was all reversible, but her growing appetite made it difficult not to assess the damage done. After gorging herself for the final time of the night, an always excessive meal even for her, she couldn't look away from the bloated mass in front of her as she moaned and groaned from overfullness, panting when she attempted to bring herself into a sitting position. She was slower, clumsier, and took up more and more space, and as she plodded through her apartment feeling every part of her body wobble, she forced herself to think of something else, to focus on her work. 

Focus she did, and as the project came nearer and nearer to completion, so did her wardrobe. She didn't have a single pair of pants that weren't cutting into her belly mercilessly, and when she tucked her waistband below her belly and let it bugle free, poking out from underneath her t-shirt, she felt so fat that she always blushed a bit despite her solitude. 

The only time she was truly forced to confront her weight was in the shower, and the stress of seeing the heft of her soapy, plumping gut, her swelling breasts, and her cellulite-pocked, wobbling thighs only made her hungrier. She knew she was porking up, but her denial led her to grow even faster, the stress of bursting a pair of leggings with her ample ass only alleviated by stuffing her face until she couldn't think. 

After weeks of blowing off everyone she knew and holing up in her apartment to work, Carmen agreed, after much persuasion, to attend her best friend's Halloween party. She worked up until the last possible moment, cramming her face with a generous haul worth of Halloween candy between three large meals as she typed, and finally powered down her computer with just an hour to spare. She filled a bowl with candy to leave outside for the trick-or-treaters, noting with displeasure that filling the large bowl barely made a dent in her stash, and wobbled to her bedroom to put on her newly purchased costume. 

Carmen refused to buy new clothes for the most part (the act of doing so being a sobering acknowledgment of just how much she’d been indulging) but a larger Halloween costume was absolutely mandatory, the Tinkerbell outfit she’d worn the last year being an unforgiving medium that would show off every fleshy, fatty inch of her expanding body. 

Everyone buys a new Halloween costume every year, she reasoned as she clicked purchase and secured her sexy pirate costume in an extra large, the biggest size she’d ever ordered. I want it to be baggy, she lied to herself. 

Now, with her best friend standing behind her and the incriminating evidence of just how much she’d been gorging displayed all over her body, her construct of justification and denial came crashing down. 

Looking into Mindy's face, it was clear just how far Carmen had let things go. She’d ignored the 20-minute struggle to stuff herself into the costume, but couldn't ignore the way her friend was reacting to Carmen's new bulk. 

She gulped, racking her brain for a response as Mindy watched her with concerned, knitted brows.

“I’ve been working a lot,” she finally conceded. 

“Working?” asked Mindy with a head tilt. “Because…can I be honest Car?” 

Carmen nodded, face already aflame. 

“I barely recognized you,” Mindy went on. “I mean, you look…” she gestured to Carmen's body, crammed as it was into the comically tight outfit. “You look huge,” she finished. “Like you're pregnant or something. I actually didn't believe it was you for a second.”

“Well,” Carmen floundered mortified at her friend's trademark bluntness. 

“No, seriously Carmen,” Mindy interrupted, placing both hands on her friend's bulging gut that was testing the confines of her distressed pirate skirt and forcing the corset up until it sat just under her now impressive rack. “Seriously, you’re so big.”

She gave the porky woman's belly a gentle shake as if testing its heft, then bounced her gut up and down more aggressively, the shock on her face evident. 

“I mean, what have you been eating?” she marveled. “I know you’ve been stressed at work but I never expected all this,” she said, poking a teasing finger into the swell. “It's like you ate the old Carmen.”

“I, well, I,” Carmen mumbled, her face so hot she was unable to make eye contact. “I’m gonna lose it. After my project is over.”

“Carmen, c’mon, be real,” Mindy retorted with a laugh, grabbing the thicker woman's hand and leading her to the full-length mirror in the hall. “How are you gonna lose all this,” she asked, tugging down the waistband of Carmen's skintight skirt with effort and positioning her in front of the mirror as her body wobbled and jiggled in protest. 

Carmen covered her eyes, unwilling to actually take in the bloated stranger standing in the mirror. 

“Carmen, look,” Mindy insisted. “I mean seriously, look at yourself. You know I'm all for body positivity and whatever, but it's so obvious you still think you’re skinny. I mean, look at this outfit you tried to cram into, you don't even know you’re way too big for your old size.”

Carmen bit her lip, refusing to volunteer the information that the costume was actually a full 2 sizes larger than her old size. 

“I'm gonna start working out,” she offered quietly. “As soon as my project at work is…”

“Start working out?” interjected Mindy incredulously. “What kind of workout can you even do?” she asked, stepping behind Carmen in the mirror and placing both hands on her rounded ball of a gut. 

She patted it firmly, leaving Carmen's body wobbling. 

“I mean you basically waddled over here,” she continued, further prodding and massaging Carmen's plush fat as Carmen squirmed uncomfortably beneath her fingers. “I see why you’ve been blowing me off lately. You knew I would call you on all this. I mean, I know you've been stressed at work but god,” she said, punctuating the statement with a firm slap to Carmen’s gut. “You’ve just gotten out of control.”

“Mindy,” Carmen breathed in a shaky voice, still unable to make eye contact with her own fattened visage. “C’mon, I mean, it's not that bad. Don't be mean.”

“Car, you know I'm not being mean, you know I love you.”

She gripped Carmen's exposed lower belly. 

“Even though there's a lot more of you to love,” she teased. “I just want what's best for you, and denial isn't it.”

“I'm not in denial,” Carmen protested wanly. 

“Oh yea?” Mindy challenged. “So, say you got fat.”

“I didn’t…” Carmen protested, already conceding the point before it left her mouth. She sighed. “I’m gonna lose it.”

“Do you know how long it'll take you to lose all this?” Mindy asked, her hands traveling the expanse of Carmen's body. “Even your tits got huge, holy shit Carmen.”

Carmen blushed, the feeling of her friend's hands barely covering half the shelf of her ample cleavage making her realize just how weighty her breasts had become. 

“You won't even look at yourself,” Mindy accused. “C’mon, just look.”

Carmen took a deep breath to steel herself and finally looked in the mirror against her every instinct, cringing at the realization that Mindy was right. It was so much worse than Carmen had realized. 

Her globular, swelling gut protruded even further than her lust-inspiring breasts and its wobbling lower half was beginning to drop every so slightly over her bursting waistband. She was absolutely crammed into the cheap pirate costume, and the corset dug deeply into her bra line, emphasizing the swell of her gut even further. She wouldn’t be able to pull it down to cover herself if she tried, but the already splitting seams on the edges of the shirt told her that any attempt would leave the overtaxed garment in rags. 

The skirt clung to every ripple of fat on her thick thighs, constricting her movement enough to leave Mindy's statement true; she had been forced to waddle to the mirror. Her flabby arms connected to chubby hands with newly pudgy fingers that Carmen absently pressed into her freshly gained gut, shocked into silence at how far she had to reach to encircle her own belly with her arms. 

“See,” said Mindy, watching the horror on Carmen's face as she took herself in properly for the first time in months. I told you it was bad. 

Carmen's hands fell to the bulging love handles she was somehow entirely unaware of until that moment, in unpleasant awe of how easy they were to grip and how they jiggled violently at the slightest touch. Even her face had grown fat, and her chubby-cheeked, double-chinned, dumbfounded expression stared back at her with reproach. 

“Too much Halloween candy?” Mindy asked, then laughed when she saw Carmen's stricken expression. “It's ok!” she consoled with a giggle. “Carmen, it's ok.”

“I don't even wanna go,” Carmen murmured, her eyes still exploring the ripples and swell of her new, roll-covered body. 

“No!” cried Mindy, grabbing Carmen's shoulders and spinning her so that the two women stood face to face, Carmen's bloated gut pressed firmly into Mindy’s flat stomach in the small confines of the hallway. 

“No, Car you have to go. I haven't seen you in ages and we need a night out, please?” the thinner girl begged, pressing her body into Carmen’s in a way that put undue pressure on Carmen's recently stuffed gut and forced a burp from between her plump lips. 

Carmen was horrified, but Mindy laughed and placed a hand on her friend's rounded belly, pushing into the swell and laughing harder as Carmen stifled another burp. 

“C’mon,” Mindy tempted in singsong. “There’s lots of food there. You clearly can't resist.”

Carmen bit her lip, considering. 

“I got pizza, and donuts, and cupcakes, and all these different fried appetizers.” She grinned. “And there's alllll the Halloween candy you could eat. You couldn't even stop cramming down chocolate when I got here, I know being at a party wouldn't stop you. 

Carmen shook her head slowly. 

“Car, you promised,” Mindy whined.

Carmen shook her head again.

An expression as mirthful as it was mischievous crossed Mindy's face, and Carmen winced at the trump card she knew was coming.

“I’ll give you all my leftover candy,” she offered in sing-song, smiling broadly now. “I bought it all in bulk. I have enough for two Halloweens, so it should be almost enough to fill you up,” she teased, poking the tubby girl's belly again. 

“Fine,” Carmen relented. “Fine. And then as soon as my project is over, I'm going on a diet.”

Mindy laughed. 

“Sure you are. Now come on, and can you try not to eat any more chocolate on the way? You’re about one candy bar away from bursting that costume open before we even get there.”

“Mindy!” Carmen reprimanded, embarrassment recoloring her cheeks.

“What?” laughed Mindy, holding up her hands in a display of innocence as she headed back towards the front door. “I’m kidding, I'm kidding. Although, a couple of drinks, and everyone is gonna want to see those fat tits explode out of that tiny top.”

“Mindy!” Carmen yelped again, mortified at her raunchy friend’s debauchery.

“You’re thick now. It's hot, you gotta flaunt it,” Mindy called over her shoulder. “Now waddle this way piggy, I can't be late for my own party.”

Carmen sighed, took one last look in the mirror, sucked in as best she could to yank her skirt back over her jiggling rolls, and turned to head towards the kitchen. Despite what Mindy had instructed, she was gonna need some chocolate for the road. 

[sgt-tombstone]

If You Ever Forget That You Love Me

Ghost x Soap || Gen

tags: major character injury, amnesia, amnesiac Soap, canon typical violence, emotional hurt/comfort, they’re in love your honor

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Soap gets shot, but he survives. it’s a close call, but he makes it out of the tunnel and to the nearest hospital, leaking too much blood for Ghost’s comfort, and the front desk nurse gets the fright of her life when three frantic soldiers march in with a breathing corpse held up between them, blood coating them all from head to toe. thankfully, scaring the shit out of other patients is a sure fire way to get treated quickly, so Soap is immediately swept away. Price and Gaz have to hold Ghost back, to keep him from following, his heart in his throat as Soap disappears from sight.

when he gets stabilized in the hospital, two brain surgeries and multiple cardiac arrests later, the doctors warn the 141 that he could have severe brain damage when he wakes up. that he might not be able to continue serving. that he might not even know who they are, or who he is. it’s a possibility that they all prepare themselves for, during the long weeks waiting for Soap to shake off his coma, to come back home.

Ghost worries the most out of all of them. Gaz and Price beat themselves up, even though they couldn’t have done anything differently and they all know it. they both throw themselves into work, spending well over twelve hours every day holed up in Price’s office, poring over every piece of intelligence on Makarov that Laswell manages to scrounge up, and they visit Soap whenever they can in between, but Ghost doesn’t move. he planted himself next to Soap’s bed the moment his sergeant got out of surgery and he hasn’t moved since, to the nurses’ clear displeasure. he doesn’t care.

he never got the chance, never plucked up the courage, to tell Soap how he felt, and he almost lost him entirely. he’s not going to make the same mistake again. he just needs Johnny to wake up, to remember him.

when Soap finally blinks his hazy blue eyes open, squinting in the harsh fluorescent light, head falling to the side and face splitting in a grin when he spots Ghost staring back, Ghost knows that worrying was pointless. Johnny’s the strongest man he’s ever met; if anyone could pull themselves back from a bullet to the brain, it’s him. and he did.

Ghost wants to confess right then and there. the air is thick with anticipation, the words dancing on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t. he needs to get the doctors, needs to tell Price, needs to let Johnny heal in peace without the burden of Ghost’s feelings heavy on his mind. he presses the call button and slips out of the room in the resulting chaos, resolving to stay as far away from the medical building as possible. a return to normal.

he makes it all of three days before Gaz nearly drags his ass back, complaining loudly and at length about Soap’s incessant whining at the absence of his favorite lieutenant at his side, and the way Johnny perks up, his eyes glowing with excitement and something like relief, breaks his resolve in an instant. he could he deny his sergeant anything, after everything?

he confesses that night, and if the ensuing make out session sends Johnny’s heart monitor into a tailspin and the nurses into a frenzy, well… Price doesn’t have to know that part. (evidently, he does anyway, if the half-exasperated, half-fond look he gives Ghost the next day is anything to go by.)

Johnny recovers quickly, all things considered. bullet to the brain and all that. within weeks, he’s up and walking around, all but begging to be released. he’s passed every milestone and test they’ve thrown at him with flying colors. he’s alert and aware. he’s mobile and quickly regaining his dexterity. he’s restless, more restless than Ghost has ever seen him, but he can’t exactly blame him, either. none of them are made to be cooped up.

which is why, six months later, when Soap’s memory starts to fail, they do their best to hide it.

it scared the shit out of Soap the first time. it was something simple, a word on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t quite reach, and Ghost had watched in quiet horror as Soap floundered for several long seconds in the middle of the rec room, eyes welling with panicked tears. he’d quickly pulled them both back to Ghost’s room, unwilling to let his sergeant fall apart in public, and they spent hours curled around each other, assuaging their fears. one instance of a faulty memory was to be expected, right?

but it kept happening. nothing major, just enough to be concerning. words he couldn’t find, objects misplaced, details about the rookies under his command. Ghost took to trailing him like a lost puppy, ready to jump in at a moment’s notice should Soap’s mind betray him. he earned some odd looks for it, and Price was obviously itching to ask, but he refrained, and Ghost was infinitely grateful. if they were anyone else, doing anything else, he might’ve told him, but they were soldiers, and they needed to find Makarov. everything else could wait. men like Soap aren’t made to be cooped up.

they find Makarov, and that’s all that any of them are legally allowed to say. what happens to him afterwards is a story that even Laswell never gets to hear. the first (and only) time she asked, Price muttered, “revenge,” and she decides that some things are really none of her business; some things are better off staying unknown.

after Makarov’s death, though, Johnny gets worse. noticeably worse. it’s not just the occasional small detail that slips through his fingers like sand; the day he blanks on Gaz’s name when trying to get his attention is the beginning of the end, and the day he glances towards Ghost across an active firefight, wide-eyed and panicked, unsure of where he is or what they’re doing, is the end of it all.

the honorable discharge is nice, but none of them are in the mood to celebrate it, especially not when Soap clings to Ghost like a child while the 141 mingles. the circumstances of his discharge are strictly confidential, and most people assume it has something to do with his leg, considering the slight limp he walks with, and he lets them think it. he can’t exactly reveal the truth; the upper brass never like to hear exactly how their cannon fodder fare outside of the gilded halls of ceremony and awards. he’s the talk of the party and everyone wants to shake his hand and reminisce about the god old days. Soap doesn’t have the heart to tell them that he doesn’t remember their names, much less any good old days they might’ve shared together. he relies on Ghost muttering almost silently behind his mask to get through the conversations with even a shred of dignity, and they last less than an hour before Ghost decides to call it a night. he can’t stand the anguished look in Soap’s eyes when he racks his brain for someone’s call sign or the name of their spouse.

it only gets worse outside, though; Soap turns to Ghost with tear-brightened eyes, and Ghost has never seen him so scared. they manage to make it back to the flat they co-signed for, back home, before Johnny falls apart, and Ghost retires the next day.

civilian life is… hard. for both of them. some days are better than others; some days, Johnny wakes up completely cognizant, and he spends those days curled in on himself, plagued by a fear of his own mind. other days, he wakes up lost and confused, his military training kicking in to defend himself against a stranger in a strange place, convinced that he’s been kidnapped.

Simon isn’t sure which days are worse. the former are spent trying to get Johnny to eat and get out of the house before his own mind paralyzes him and the latter are spent trying to convince Johnny that he’s not going to kill him in his own home.

there are good days, too, and those outweigh the bad in both number and quality. those are the days when Johnny wakes up and remembers Simon’s name, remembers his sister’s birthday, remembers that life is worth living. Simon hoards those days like treasure.

over the years, Johnny declines, slowly but surely. they both knew it would happen; it was only a matter of time, but it’s scary watching it happen in real time. Simon has lost count of the number of times that he’s been attacked standing in his own kitchen, making his morning cuppa, because Johnny woke up alone and terrified. he’s lost count of the number of times that he’s held Johnny in his arms, fingers threading through the overgrown strands of Johnny’s hair, reminding Johnny of their shared history. he’s lost count of the number of times that he’s had to remind Johnny what his name is.

the upside—because there are always upsides, Johnny was the one to teach him that—is that Johnny gets to experience a lot of things for the first time again. their Lord of the Rings marathon was a particular delight, especially when Simon got to wow his boyfriend with the Viggo Mortensen broken toe fact for the second (and third) time. his favorite, though, is when Johnny looks at his face like it’s the first time he’s ever seen it, all wide eyes and parted lips, like he’s caught a glimpse at the face of god. Simon always tells him that he’s seen it before, and Johnny never believes him, or at least pretends not to. it’s odd, having a running joke with an amnesiac, but neither of them have ever been normal, so Simon supposes it makes sense.

together, they come up with systems that help. it takes a lot of trial and error, and one too many awkward hospital trips where Simon has to convince the nurses not to call the authorities because his boyfriend stabbed him in the middle of the night, but they develop some routines.

Simon never gets out of bed before Johnny; he’ll wait hours for his partner to wake up, because he always wakes up better in Simon’s arms than in an empty bed. he leaves notes all over the house, little sayings and doodles that Johnny always gets excited to find, but the most important ones get put on the bathroom mirror, because he knows Johnny will reliably see it, vain creature that he is. their kitchen table is covered in a giant sheet of paper, which doubles as a drawing space and a living history; every detail of their lives, past and present, gets recorded on paper for Johnny to read whenever he gets lost.

it’s not perfect, but Simon wouldn’t give it up for anything. he adores Johnny, adores that he got a second chance to love Johnny the way he deserves, and it’s the one detail he’ll never let Johnny forget: that he is loved, unconditionally.

[ocean-armin]

GET FREE

Armin Arlert x Reader

Synopsis: Armin and reader build their home together after the war, inspired by another Lana song <3

Tags: armin arlert x reader, post-canon, post final season/ch 139, cottagecore armin x reader, alluding to death, shameless fluff, fem!reader if you squint?

enjoy <3

You dip the paintbrush once more into the pail in order to scrape the bottom. Dribbling down from the bristles to the handle, the perfect sage color rolls onto your fingers. You had begged Armin to let you buy the paint for the shutters the second you spotted it.

Who would’ve associated picking a color of paint to luxury? Growing up within the walls, you both lacked knowledge that the outside world had possessed for so long. Your three years of freedom had been jarring, and often times heartbreaking; but it allowed choice. So, if you wanted green shutters, green shutters it was.

“How’re the finishing touches coming?” Armin called out, approaching the patch of grass in which you were seated.

Rolling up his sleeves, his face glistened in the heat. A tinge of sunburn creeping across his nose. Despite his role as a commander, Armin was never viewed as one of the athletically inclined soldiers during your shared days in the war. However, your husband was fairing surprisingly well building your shared house. Maybe the years of training weren’t totally useless?

“Just trying to use up the last of this paint,” you state, smiling up at him, “I’m on my last coat.”

“The sooner you get done, the sooner we can hang it up and go inside,” he returned your smile and inhaled sharply, wiping his sweaty hands on his slacks before kneeling down to your level.

“That paint is all over you…” Armin noticed, pointing at your green hands. The drops of paint that had made their way onto your clothes throughout the day.

“I know, but I’m already covered in it, it’s a lost cause,” you chuckle, holding up your palms to show him.

“You can’t track paint in the house on our first day in it,” he teased, running a hand through his sunlit hair, which had grown out to falling in front of his eyes; the length you love it at. He looks good. A little too good.

Acting on pure impulse, you swipe a paint-covered finger onto his cheek.

“Hey!” He laughs and brings his hand to his face to assess the damage.

“Now we’ll track paint in together,” you grin, pulling him in for a kiss.

Armin reciprocates, of course, softly smiling as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I still can’t believe we have a house,” he whispers, seemingly dazed.

“Me neither,” you reply, voice hushed as you take his hands in yours, fingers intertwining.

Three years after your world was ripped apart, and who knew rebuilding it would feel almost as scary. Three solid years of time at sea, fulfilling commander duties and working as ambassadors. It was about time you and Armin made the decision to finally settle and put roots down somewhere.

You both had wanted a cottage, as long as Armin could stay close to the coast. You obliged, agreeing as long as you weren’t too far from your shared bookshop…and as long as it had green shutters.

And it was finally in front of you.

****

A few minutes of silence passed, the two of you in awe of the open front door looming before you. Once you walked in, it would be official; you two would finally have a home. How foreign it felt to finally belong somewhere.

“We’re doing this for everyone,” you break the silence with a choke of tears, rubbing your thumb over Armin’s hand in yours. Even in moments like this, insurmountable guilt and grief will always follow.

Armin met your glance with glassy eyes, gripping your hand tightly.

“….y’know, I think he would’ve loved it,” Armin added, sniffling.

“He would’ve hated the shutters,” you wipe your eyes.

“He absolutely would’ve,” Armin agreed with a tearful laugh, wrapping you in a hug.

****

I'm doing it for all of us who never got the chance

For…and for…

And all my birds of paradise

Who never got to fly at night

'Cause they were caught up in the dance

Sometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind

I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride

I never really noticed that I had to decide

To play someone's game, or live my own life

And now I do

I wanna move

Out of the black

Into the blue

[cultofdixon]

Bundle up next to me

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The period between the farm fire to the prison, no one talks about enough. Granted, why would you want to remember a time you felt extremely useless when helping the ones you love? • ANGST/SFW • TW: Illness / Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

When you’re a little kid, watching the snow fall from your bedroom window was always an exciting thing. School closes…you get dressed in warm clothing…and you run outside to build a snowman or have snow ball fights with the neighborhood kids.

Well

This time didn’t have that feeling.

Waking up to find out that it snowed over night, lead the group in the house they were in—-to slightly panic. Rick needs to get his wife and son warm. Hershel needs to get his kids warm. They need to scavenge more for warmer clothing. Daryl needs to hunt whatever he can to provide for his family. There was a lot that needed to be done and Daryl didn’t wait to start hunting for whatever game could be lurking within the neighborhoods they hopped through.

Every new place they moved to, Daryl left for about an hour to go look for dinner. Even if it’s a bird. He’ll take anything. While Glenn, Rick, and Y/N took care of scavenging the houses for anything that will help them warm up. Leaving Maggie and Carol to start the fire and secure the places they lived in for everyone while they were out. Everyone had an assigned job during the winter.

But then there were down times…

“Y/N, hun, you don’t look too well” Hershel commented on her weak and pale complexion as she worked on a can of beans she found opening it for Carl.

The doc stating such caused everyone some alarm, if one of them were getting sick they’d need to be careful not to as well. But to also not lose said someone. Which was the thought that instantly coursed through Daryl’s mind.

“I’m fine, Hershel” Her voice was hoarse as she watched the concerned looks from Rick and Lori which made her get up from her spot to isolate herself. “Imma lay down”

“I’ll check on yea every hour. Just so you don’t get worse” Hershel frowns pulling his daughter Maggie aside along with Glenn and started discussing items that he will need that will most likely be in the medicine cabinets of homes surrounding them.

That when Daryl noticed the two get up after talking it out with the old man, he got up himself heading over to Y/N while removing his poncho.

“Oy, sit up” Daryl gave Y/N a look as she was confused but knew he wasn’t asking.

Y/N slowly sat up letting Daryl put his poncho on her and adjust it to cover all of her. He knew he would leave after check on her to find her a blanket or two that weren’t part of the surplus that Rick was hogging for his pregnant wife and son.

Daryl didn’t know much of how to take care of someone because no one correctly took care of him. But he knew by pressing the back of his hand to her forehead was to check for fever…and she was a bit warm. Least not the scary kind that yknow…turned people into walkers.

“Movin’? Again? Y/N is sick we should stay put a while”

“Daryl’s right, Rick. Not just that but we shouldn’t move too much for your pregnant wife’s sake as well”

“I found a house with a fire place. One not damaged by herds or human negligence. We can start a fire in that so it can remain ablaze while we slept at night.” Rick informs the two knowing their concerns. “We’ll be careful with moving the two. But I believe we can hold up most of winter in that house”

“If shit happens, it’s on you” Daryl states both of what he and Hershel were thinking as it wasn’t a good idea to move when the winter is getting even colder.

The Grimes took lead toward the house with the Greenes following behind them. Daryl currently carried Y/N in his arms as she was wrapped in all the blankets the archer had found her. While Glenn and Carol watched their backs.

Once everyone was in this new house, Rick and Glenn got to work on barricading the bottom floor’s doors and windows so nothing and no one could come in. Especially the snow. While Carol took care of sweeping the second floor before helping Daryl get Y/N situated in the one bedroom on the first floor when everyone else huddled with each other in the main room.

“Carol can yea—-“

“I’ve got the window” Carol went to barricade such while Daryl carefully placed Y/N down in the bed readjusting all the blankets she came with. “I’ll go get one of the can foods we brought from Glenn. See if she’ll eat”

“Okay…can yea get the thermometer thing from Hershel while you’re at it?” Daryl frowns watching Carol nod before she left to go such.

Daryl went through his pack to take out his canteen and opened it for Y/N, helping her take a sip of water. Even if she coughed a bit after such.

“Gotta get yea to eat somethin’ before I go out again”

“Be safe” She whispers snuggling herself into the blankets as Daryl brushes away the loose hair in her face.

After checking her temp, which hasn’t changed, and got her to eat a bit of the canned corn that Carol found, Daryl stepped out of the bedroom grabbing his crossbow and pack about to head out when Glenn shot up from his seat.

“Cool if I go with you?”

“Mhm” Daryl gestures toward the door indicating he’s leaving now.

The two set off to track what Daryl has been trying to find for a week. Hopefully a deer. The tracks were clear but it could’ve gone far that they can’t catch up. While Daryl kept his mind on the tracks, Glenn’s was elsewhere.

“Can’t believe she got sick man. That’s gonna be a difficult situation if it gets worse”

Silence

“If Maggie got sick. Boy I wouldn’t leave her side”

Annoyed silence

“If she gets worse, Rick might have us ditch her like we did Jim—-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Daryl snaps in Glenn’s face as the yell echoed through, startling a few birds but most importantly…the deer he’s been tracking. Glenn had zero time to register what happened as he quickly drew his rifle and instantly aimed at the deer shooting it.

The silence grew between them when Daryl went to check and make sure the deer was dead dead by finishing the job, before tossing it over his shoulders. He turned toward Glenn watching him anxiously hold the gun looking at Daryl with an apologetic look.

“I know you care about her, Daryl…I’m sorry for rambling about it. It’s just..”

“Scary. It’s fucking scary!” The archer snaps again, this time with a bit of regret. “I’m trustin’ Rick with everythin’ he’s doing. But if it comes to that? I’d kill him on the spot if he makes me leave the woman I care about”

“Woah. You’re scarier than I initially thought…but same. If yknow…it was about Maggie”

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him when Glenn scrambled to say such. It was soon followed with a sigh as the two started their way back “home”.

“Hershel has been giving her cold medicine. Hopefully it works”

“It gets her to sleep. That’s all that matters for now…until we move again and she’s still sick”

“Well…if it makes you feel better, we haven’t had a walker incident” Glenn quickly ran over to a house knocking on the wood. “Knock on wood. We should be safe in the place we are in until the end of winter”

“Hopefully she gets better before then” Daryl states feeling Glenn pat his back in emotional response.

When the two returned “home”, Daryl prepared the meat for Hershel to get cooking on the makeshift stove they made in the fireplace. He got all the meat prepared so that he could clean himself up before taking the can of water off the brick near the fire so it was hot enough for the tea Carl found in the previous place before they left. He had heard from Hershel that tea could help so before they left, he searched the kitchen and found a few boxes before handing them to Daryl.

Daryl made his way back into the bedroom listening to the soft snores escaping the woman he cares so much for. He sets the can on the nightstand putting the tea bag in before bringing himself to sit on the edge of the bed. He knew he closed the door but he still glanced over in case someone had followed him in…he didn’t want what he was about to say to be heard by anybody but her.

“You better get better” He’s not very good at this.

“Just. Stop being sick.” Daryl scoffs a bit fiddling with his hands. “I don’t like yea when yer sick…granted never really seen yea sick” he’s REALLY not good at this.

Then a sudden giggle escaped her. Making Daryl freak slightly as he thought she was out cold. Guess she’s also a light sleeper like him. More things they have in common.

“Yea awake?”

“Am now” She whispers keeping her voice low and not using it much because her throat hurt. “You made tea?”

“Mhm! Uh. Want help?” Daryl asks watching Y/N emerge slightly from the blanket pile as he picked up the van holding it up to her lips helping her take a sip. She gently rest her hands on his wrists letting him help her but touching him in case she needs him to abruptly stop.

“thank you” Y/N smiles a bit through the grogginess and a bit of the sick pain. “you were saying?” She wanted him to continue what he was saying as his face suddenly flushed.

“I uh—-“

“It’s ok. ‘M getting sleepy again..” Y/N gently rubs her eyes as Daryl sets the can down lifting the blankets for her to lay back down before he covered her. Noticing how she would get comfy in his poncho first before the blankets.

“Holler if you need anythin’” Daryl whispers to her watching her nod but before he even got up, she grabbed his shirt.

“Can you stay?”

And no more words were said as Daryl moved to bring himself to lay down on the other side of her once he placed his crossbow on the other side of the bed. In case of emergencies.

At first the man laid on his back staring at the ceiling while Y/N faced away from him sound asleep.

Next Daryl closed his eyes as Y/N moved to lay on her back.

Then Y/N curled up into his side hiding her face toward the bed while Daryl leaned his head toward her.

Finally, Daryl subconsciously wrapped himself around Y/N as she had moved one of the blankets to cover him while she snuggled close to him. Enjoying every ounce of warmth the man emitted.

The click of a Polaroid camera was heard in the morning but it wasn’t loud enough to stir Y/N. But enough to get Daryl to glare at Maggie, Glenn, and Beth that were documenting the soft moment. Beth forced the camera into Glenn’s hands blaming it on him as she left quickly. Maggie carefully set the photo on the nightstand before quietly and quickly getting out of there with Glenn as he gently closes the door behind him. Daryl would later figure out that they only came in to check on him and Beth had found a Polaroid camera in the other room but wanted to join the two on checking on them.

Daryl sighs toward the three before looking down at Y/N who was still fast asleep through that all. He gently presses the back of his hand against her forehead no longer feeling the overwhelming burn that indicates a fever. Still a bit warm but not too alarming. He sighed once again feeling better that she was starting to get better.

The archer was about to get up, when he was tugged back down by the woman he loves. He situated himself to get comfortable again…letting her get situated in his embrace. He didn’t care if she was sick. He wasn’t going to not enjoy this moment.

“Yknow I care about yea deeply right?”

“Mhm…I care about you too” Y/N smiles against his chest knowing he wanted to also say the other thing, so she emphasized her words bringing her as close as humanely possible.

Y/N was still sick a few more days but the symptoms lessen as they went by. She didn’t even have to isolate at one point. When she was well enough to be around others, they had given the room to Lori so she would be more comfortable in a bed instead of a couch.

“Here” Daryl handed her another can of tea since the glasses were broken as he situated himself right beside Y/N. Letting her lean against him as the smallest touch made the butterflies flutter in his stomach. Making him smile out in the open toward her as she occasionally drank her tea.

“Look at what I found” Y/N whispers to Daryl showing the Polaroid taken a few days back as it made him blush looking at it. “I think it’s a keeper”

“Don’t need a picture when I’ve got yea right here” Daryl whispers to Y/N making her own blush appear as she tried to hide it behind the picture when looking up at him.

“True…but imma keep it anyway” Y/N smiles setting the can down and taking the journal out from her bag to put it in for safe keeping. Before grabbing a blanket that Daryl instantly took to cover her shoulders but she adjusted so that one half is covering him as well.

“Yer the one still recoverin’”

“Yeah but I’ve got my personal heater” She winks at the archer making that smile of his break through.

“Fine…bundle up closer then” Daryl whispers as Y/N did exactly that enjoying all it.

All of the warmth

[nunalastor]

Buckshot Anon here! At long last, it is time to talk about Alastor’s recovery period after the events of the Spawn of Evil AU (for all those who don’t know what that AU is, it basically involves Alastor suffering an ectopic pregnancy by Roo, and Lucifer helping to keep him alive. I got asked its logistics a while back, and now that's a constant).

The recovery on this is interesting because it is simultaneously pretty simple and complicated. The best place to start is with the surgery itself, because delivery would not be able to happen in a natural way, and would need to be done through surgery, though not a cesarean in the traditional way. Because the part of the small intestine the parasite child latched onto would be incredibly damaged by virtue of the warping necessary for the child to grow (which would have caused a rupture unless angelic blood has medicinal properties), the procedure would be treated as an intestinal resection surgery, where the effected area of the small intestine would be outright removed. Specifically an open surgery, making a cut of about 6-8 inches in the stomach. A cesarean would have 4-6 inches normally, so if you’re going with a happy medium, an incision of 6 inches. After the damaged area and the child are removed, the healthy parts of the small intestine on either end would be stitched or stapled together. This whole procedure would probably not take more than two hours, but could go upwards of four hours if there is damage in the surrounding areas of the intestines and other organs.

Once the surgery was finished, Alastor would on average stay in the hospital for a week, both to recover and make sure there had been no complications or damage to other organs. Some people can go home within three days, but due to the nature of the situation, he would be asked to stay longer. He would need to receive nutrition through an IV for a period of time before being allowed to go on a liquid diet. I will elaborate on that more in a minute, but there are some other things that should be brought up.

After being discharged from the hospital, Alastor would not be allowed to continue work at the hotel for another 4-6 weeks. There is some wiggle room in this, he may be able to return to work within 2-3 weeks provided that work is strictly paperwork, but anything physical he would need to wait a while to avoid reopening the stitching on his intestines and the incision area, or causing a hernia. He will also be encouraged to walk regularly every day, for reasons including:

Boosting blood flow, which helps to prevent blood clots.

Lessening his chances of illness.

Preventing a buildup of excessive abdominal scar tissue that could hinder movement and cause more blockages in the intestines. Scar tissue is something that will happen and in itself isn’t a problem, but scar tissue can and will become excessive if given the chance, and being sedentary while it is building up can make that worse.

Regaining muscle mass he would have lost from months on bedrest.

Avoiding constipation. Awkward to talk about but that is an important reason.  

Alastor also would not be allowed to have sex for 2-6 weeks. I doubt he would be heartbroken by this information. 

If angel blood truly does have a medicinal property that could heal him, he can mostly skip this part, and go straight into the complicated part.

Remember when I said I would elaborate more on the nutrition IV and the liquid diet? That’s where this comes into play. Alastor ate minimally if at all for the majority of the estimated 7.5 months (30 weeks, give or take) of pregnancy, and that makes the situation more complicated than it traditionally would be. Being generous and saying he was able to eat solids for the first 6 weeks, after which the blockage would make that very painful, and another 2 weeks would make even a liquid diet technically doable but difficult, Alastor would be living off of angel blood and nutrition IVs, specifically Total Parenteral Nutrition (TPN). 

That in itself is doable. People can be TPN-dependent for upwards of three years and still have a 65-80% survival rate. It can replace eating for as long as necessary. However, there is a caveat to that. Surviving TPN-dependent is one thing, but once someone is taken off it and needs to adjust to eating again, they can be at high risk of what is called refeeding syndrome. 

Refeeding syndrome is an interesting topic with a lot of complicated factors, but the main thing to know is the body adapts quickly to having little to no food. Metabolism drastically changes, and certain organs will begin to function differently as a result. Alastor can’t immediately begin to eat like he did before all of this because his body is no longer equipped to do so. If he were to try binge-eating or even just eating something normal after being discharged from the hospital, the symptoms he would suffer vary but consistent ones tend to be seizures and coma, sometimes even cardiac arrest or respiratory failure that result in death. 

To get around this, the best way to go about it is to very gradually reintroduce food into his diet over the course of 2 weeks, starting by eating about 14-28% of the calories he would normally need, and building upwards over those few weeks. Reteaching his body how to digest food and restore a healthy intestinal tract can usually happen within 2 weeks, but when accounting for how long he wasn’t eating solid food and the damage he needs to heal from, he might be recommended to do this for 3 weeks to be on the safe side. His best bet would be light soups and maybe yogurt.

Most of this would be handled in the hospital, the process of weaning him off the TPN, by the second or third day reintroducing liquids, then soft foods. Doctors would still want to keep tabs on him for this process once discharged, and would be able to make a better judgement call with his situation specifically on when he can return to eating normally. Normally, as in a reasonable meal, not eating multiple people or even one person in one sitting, that would have to wait the 4-6 weeks after discharge.

He would need to have multiple check-ins with his primary doctor for various reasons to make sure everything is going smoothly, make sure his physical therapy and regaining of muscle mass is going well, and that he is eating properly and healing. Doctors would also be searching for any signs of stress and psychological distress that may negatively impact Alastor’s health and cause thoughts of harming the child, which would result in a postpartum depression screening and/or a post-traumatic stress disorder screening. Debates on if Alastor would even consider the child as one aside, that does not change the need to carefully monitor his mental state and try to improve his quality of life as well as prevent any loss of life or actions he may regret.  

In summary: Alastor would have an open intestinal resection surgery, spending his first week in the hospital and after that point focusing on resting while recovering muscle mass, as well as slowly reintroducing his body to food after being taken off the IV. He should be able to eat regularly (in moderation, don't eat a person) within 2-3 weeks, with the rest of his healing taking somewhere between 4-6 weeks. He would not make a full recovery for a few months, but provided his recovery goes smoothly while monitored, he could return to his daily life with minimal issue within 6 weeks. 

(Note: The stress and trauma of the whole experience could hinder recovery severely because an increase in stress causes wounds to heal significantly slower and weakens the immune system. If this happened, it would increase Alastor’s recovery time by roughly 25%, but could be increased by up to 60% depending on the severity of that stress. Prioritizing a stress-free environment would be crucial to his recovery.)

(Another note: The pregnancy duration was estimated at give or take 30 weeks, the reason for that is pregnancy weeks are weird. It’s calculated from the date of the last menstrual period, not the date of conception. Alastor does not have the equipment for having it traced the normal way, that’s half the problem, so it would be based on the objective weeks since conception. Unlike the average pregnancy where it’s a gamble if the mother knows the conception date, Alastor would undoubtedly know.)

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[ultratradmalewife]

I couldn’t really sleep much because somehow the feeling I felt after the break up of how badly queer men were represented just resonated again in my mind. Like I really wish I could see where things went wrong in the writers room, because as much as Buddies like to say Lou let Tommy fans on with the backstory, that’s not really true when the story revolving Tommy made its way on screen. The general audience saw enough of his story and his character to be angry too. And I know this weighted feeling probably came from that reply I sent about realizing they were focused on Buck’s bi rep, that the writer’s probably didn’t realize Tommy was now rep too.

I’m just upset having to see the older gay character be off alone in the world again, especially after coming so close to building a home he was comfortable in. I’m tired of seeing worse characters getting better endings.

Part of me wonders if Buck’s journey really is meant to be a revolving door of love interests until the lights close on that stage, and if that were the case I hope they’re at the very least more mindful of how they use their rep when the love interest is a guy again, but another part of me just wishes they were like Marisol at best (don’t even give them a last name) that way hopefully everyone can recognize it’s not serious and the harassment towards the actors are kept minimal (that’s a big hopefully I don’t think I have to worry about BTs doing this, but we can once again be scapegoats for the loud majority).

There’s just so much wrong still, like the way they refuse for Buck to call himself bisexual given the many chances to do so, and Maddie’s questionable dialogue.

If they want to do some good for the community within the show, I’d say let Josh finally have another much happier storyline that ends in him being happy, but I know if we wish for that there’s a possibility the writers would kill two birds with one stone and set Tommy and Josh together, and any other day I’d be happy for that, but I’ve been here long enough to know that’s originally what some Buddies wanted and I honestly do not want them to get what they want again. The damage has been done, so just keep Tommy out narratively. If Buck is meant to stay on this cycle until the end, at the very least make Josh happy.

EDIT: actually I’m not done with this. I hate it too that I’ve never seen Bucktommy and Buddie as competition, not because of canon, but because that’s just normal, but one thing I did see over the summer hiatus is all the homophobia that came from that side. I hate that “only the gross gay men like Tommy” is a statement that has stuck with me because of one of them, and I hate that even without the competition aspect I still felt like they won. Bad behavior really did get rewarded.

[star-xxx1]

Their words and touch hurt like hell pt. 2

Wandanat x Avenger!reader

Carol x reader

Summary: Now that they have you back in their loving chokehold, they must secure you down with a lot of love.

Warnings: a lot of fluff, angst, thigh ridding, sexual acts, break ups...

Part one here

Today was the day, the dreaded Revist.

Your eyes fluttered opened only soon to close tightly, grimacing at the ray of sunshine that gleamed directly onto your subtle features, peaking through the black blinds.

Clasped tightly in the arms of the two women drowning you with so much love and affection.

You felt different, you felt truly happy, once back in there arms, since the play out of the women's damaging actions against you. Though, you really didn't want to, you had to leave the addicting pleasure that surged through your body when the two redheads held you close.

You were sandwiched in between the two Avengers, your leg was draped over Wanda's waist, her head planted firmly on your boobs, Natasha had her left arm snaked under your body placing her hand on your soft stomach for some very needed skin to skin touch, her right arm thrown over your hip reaching out for Wanda's hand to hold. You gawked at the site of the two redheads being so sweet.

You slowly and carefully moved out of their iron- like hold, freezing like a deer In headlights whenever they made the of smallest movements or noises. After you had succeed, you gently tiptoed to the bathroom to have a shower and get ready for the day.

After undressing and stepping into the shower letting the lukewarm water cascade down your tense muscles, you let at a sigh of relief, happy that today you would get a sense of closure from the revist, maybe poor girls screams would stop haunting you and your dreams.

Stepping out you reached for a towel, wrapping it tightly around your now cold body. You moved over to the marbel sink and stared in the mirror, thoughts rushed through your mind, we're you going to succeed? Was everything and everyone be okay? How many Hydra agents were they going to be?. Taking a deep breath you took out your skincare, and started your daily routine.

When finished you took a last quick glance over yourself. Opening the door you were startled by your two girlfriends standing there in very formal stances a silly grin set on both there faces.

"Fuck! Jeez, Don't do that!"

"Morning dekta" Natasha purred.

"Morning hunny! " Wanda quickly added.

"Morning" you mumble out while walking passed them, Stress levels starting to build up again.

Wanda let out a little frown at your reaction towards them. Both women followed you towards the walk in closest, since you didn't have anything to wear you had to chose out off their selection.

Running your hands through the many clothes, you selected a soft grey top, Upon finding black sweatpants you also found some of your underwear and bras that Carol must have missed while packing, You thanked God because you really didn't know what you would have done.

"Do you mind if I wear this?" You asked, showing them the selected outfit.

"Nope, not at all" Wanda replied whilst Natasha shook her head, not minding. Pleased with there respone you dropped your towel not caring if the to redheads left or not.

Natasha and Wanda's knees almost buckled at the sight of there oh so beautiful girlfriend naked. They missed you and your body and especially your whorish moans they only could unleash within you and this scene definitely did help there growing members.

The two redheads had to step out the room before fainting. After Slipping the fuzzy t-shirt on, you trekked out to see the Natasha and Wanda wrestling and laughing on the bed, making you playfully roll your y/e/c, alluring eyes.

Before you could pull open a the oak door, a raspy voice sounded.

"Hey where are you going dekta?" Natasha asked.

"Um I'm just going to the kitchen?"

"Stay with us please! We can cuddle?" Wanda tried her best to get you to stay, they wanted you at all times, plus they didn't want you to run into Carol.

"But I'm really hungry, I also need to go talk to the group about the revist." you visibly cringed at the thought of talking to Carol especially after finding out what she had done to sabotage the tough relationship you had sustained between the two redheads.

"N-uh" The Ex-spy tutted while shaking her head no, still straddling the witches hips. "I talked to Fury and convinced him to switch Carol over with Wanda, since he owns me a few favours, and I can grab food for the three of us."

"Really, Wanda is coming with me ?!" You squealed out in excitement.

"Yes, hunny" Wanda confirmed.

"Ah, Thank you!" You ran to the bed and threw yourself into your lovers.

Warm arms developed you into a tight embrace, humming at that pleasurable feeling that shot down your spine, your stomach grumbled filling the comfortable silence.

"Okay that's my sign to go get food" Nat chuckled while getting up. You and Wanda whined at the loss of her but quickly tangled up in each other trying to find the warmth that you both so desperately sought out.

Once that warmth finally returned, you let out a deep content sigh.

"Wanda, we have to go in three hours, are you sure your ready?"

"Yes sweetheart, I tried harder in training so when we got you back I would be the most obvious choice over Carol for the mission" Wanda explained pulling you more closer possessively. You were so thankful that Wanda was powered, before the whole false cheating scenario Wanda wasn't as powerful as she is now clearly over powering Carol. Since fury need a powered Avenger on this mission to overpower any inhumans that may go haywire.

"Okay, I just want to make sure that you would be safe" you replied back.

"I will, how about you try go back to sleep I will be here when you wake up baby" you nodded, your head against the witches neck. Soon you close your eyes and fell into peaceful slumber.

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The sound of plates being set down Awoke you from your light nap.

"I'm sorry dekta, but I have food!" Natasha said as she passed one of the plates to Wanda then another to you. Your mouth watered from the sight and smell of beautiful pancakes, You grabbed your knife and fork and dug right in, moaning at the taste.

"Is it good?" Nat asked, you answered by aggressively nodding your head yes.

The redhead head gave you that warm smile that you missed so dearly, that action of hers made your heart flutter. You gobbled up the rest of the plate, finishing every bite letting out a satisfied hum.

Wanda and Natasha soon finished there food. The witch got up and took each of your plates and headed down to the kitchen leaving both of with a caring kiss on the cheek.

Nat had a idea spring into mind, she wanted you right now, she was getting impatient from waiting so long. She pulled your form into a straddling position, each leg in-trapped her right thigh, hands firmly holding your waist, she leaned back on to headboard.

"Natasha what are you doing?"

"Shhh it's okay detka just trust me" the redhead whispered, moving you against her beefy thigh, you grabbed her arms letting out a small moan. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss her in a sexual way, you loved when her animalistic grunts and moans boomed across the room as she pounded away at you or when she filled you to the brim with her hot loads of cum.

The woman beneath you let out low grunts at the simulation of your knee rubbing against her clothed cock making her grind your hips harder down, making you moan.

"Natty" you stated quitely that hot feeling heating up more at your core.

Her eyes shot up from your clothed core, locking in with yours.

"What did you just call me?" She asked in shock, a hint of happiness laid in her tone, moving you faster.

"Natty" you moaned out at the increase of speed.

Her heart lit up in glee at the confirmed name, you only called her 'Natty' and Wanda 'Wands" when completely on good terms with them, after agurments it took you a while to start calling them the sweet Nicknames again. She was absolutely dumbfounded by how quick you came around. Her left hand came up to the back of your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss filled with loved and passion. Only pulling away when you started gasping for air, a cat like grin spreaded across her face.

"Natasha Romanoff" you said in a serious tone looking straight into her eyes, making her movements come to a halt.

"Yes, dekta?" Her tone of voice came out unsure.

"I have a mission, I can't go out if you give me jelly legs because you decided to destroy me, I promise you we can have sex when I get back from the revist, plus Wands isn't here that not very fair is it" You said while giving her a cheeky look.

"But I miss you, I miss you so much" she answered back, putting her face in the crook of your soft neck, pulling you into an embrace that you happily returned.

"I miss you to but you don't have to wait that long" you tried to make her feel better, holding the avenger in her more vulnerable state.

"Promise?" She inquired.

"Promise Natty"

Your head whipped around to the door as it slowly opened.

"It's just me" The witch reassured you.

"Wands!" You shouted out happy to see one of your loves. Nat met Wanda's shocked gaze laughing at the face she was making.

"What? Wait what did you just call me?" She questioned.

"Wands?" You were clearly confused. A big smile now present on her face as she made her way to the bed to snuggle up against Nat.

"How about we watch some netflix, mabye y/f/s" asked wanda.

"Yes!" You cheerfully called out. Nat re-positioned you so that you were in between her legs laid back against her front, her strong but careful hands arms wrapped your waist, Wanda cuddle into both of your sides, holding your hand.

Once set and comfortable you grabbed the sleek remote, opened Netflix and selected y/f/s, happy to be in presence of your two girlfriends.

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Time flew by fast, you three were only broken out of the hypnotic trance the tv pulled you into by F.R.I.D.A.Y speaking through the speakers.

"Agent Y/l/n and Miss Maxioff, Director Fury would like you down at the quinjet bay in 15 minutes".

"Okay, thank you F.R.I.DA.Y" You replied back to the AI.

You wined as you crawled off the bed, almost screaming at the realization that your mission suit was in Yours and Carol's room.

"Guy's, my suit is with Carol." You sheepishly said turning back, hands on knees, to meet there eye's. Once your words hit them those love filled pupils turned pools of frustration. They really didn't want you near that 'bitch'.

"You can go get it dekta but we're coming with you" Nat announced, eyes dark.

"Okay, Thank you!" You ushered out, getting off the bed and onto your feet, clearly in a rush.

You looked back to see your two redheads still lying there. There's eyes darting from you back to each to each other's gaze, a mischievous look on both there faces.

"please can we hurry? " you asked hoping to get a reaction from the women.

But they just continued staring at each other, still that stupid look on there face. You were confused, the only conclusion you could come up with was that Wanda was using her powers to communicate with Natasha mentally.

'We should, I think it we be a good idea' Wanda agreed with Nat.

'Okay, witch' she teased, making wands chuckle.

Both soon joined your standing form, each beside you.

"Umm okay why are you so quite?" You whimpered out, sightly threaten by their eyes which burned into you.

All the sudden two pair of lips crashed down either side of your neck, roughly sucking and nipping, you moaned at the sudden sensation.

"Guys" you tried to warn them but it only came out quite.

Slightly they upped there aggressiveness against your smooth skin, wanting to leave dark hickeys for Carol to see, causing you to wince slightly. Around 30 seconds later the two redheads finally unlatched off your poor skin, steping back to analyse there masterpiece. Two huge angry, redish-purple marks showed on your skin, both made noise of approval and Nat handed you the spare hair band on her wrist.

"Here dekta, put your hair up" she said so softly causing your stomach to erupt with butterfly's. They wanted everyone to see the marks they had inflicted on you, they couldn't risk your hair covering them. Taking the hair band, you pulled your sliky hair into a high ponytail leaving two sections of hair at the front.

"Thanks Natty" you smiled at her.

"No problem, let's go get your suit". Nat replied. You grabbed both hands of your lovers and made your out the door and down the hall.

"We'll stay outside" they did not want to go near her "If anything happends just call us and we'll coming run" Wanda stated.

"Okay, thanks guys!" Their words ressured you since Carol can get very possessive at times. You stole one last kiss from each women either side of you guarded you like a it was a life and death situation.

You Knocked.

No response.

Knocked again.

No response. You placed your hand on the cold steal handle and hesitating at first, you soon opened the door. Upon entering you found Carol curled up on your and her's her bed fast asleep, in a large hoodie and shorts, hugging your old pillow tightly. As you moved closer to her sleeping frame your noticed the tear stains on her red cheeks.

Strangely no love rose when you saw her just pure hatred for her.

she did this to you.

She put everyone in this situation.

It's her fault.

You quickly walked to the closet and grabbed all your clothes, including your suit and stuffed it into your lagre backpack, which you found laying on the floor and threw it over your shoulder.

Happy that you had got every item of clothing back, you rushed out the closet and into the room. Every thing was going smooth until the closet door slammed shut.'Shit' you thought to yourself, you didn't mean to use that much strength.

She started stirring as you stood there in pure fear.

"Y/n/n?" She questioned out loud, but you kept your mouth shut, hoping she would go back to sleep. "Baby?" She asked again rubbing her eyes and sitting up, her vision was a bit blurry but soon her eyes adjusted and she saw you.

"Y/n!" she sprung off the bed and ran to you, pulling you into a tight hug, your head landing right on her chest.

Nat and Wanda heard the blonde scream out your name in excitement. The two women bodies boiled with anger. Both decided to peak through the little crack the door made from you not shutting it fully.

"My princess I missed you, so much, I was worried sick all night!" She pulled away at looked down at you, noticing your hickeys.

"Did they hurt you more? Are you okay? What happened? Did you-" She stopped as she noticed tears roll down your cheeks. These tears aren't sadness, no these were tears of fustration and anger. How could someone that you loved so much do this this to you.

"Hey, princess what's wrong?" she asked with a love filled tone. Both her hands now cupping your cheeks wiping away your tears.

"Carol" you paused, her heartbeat picks up at the lost of the nickname 'Care bare'.

"I want to break up, I know what you did, Carol you accused me for cheating, you did all this, you're the reason I got hurt" Your voice laced so much anger.

Everything stopped as soon as you finished your sentence, her heart plunged In to the depths of her body. It was like time froze only to be replaced with true terror, she felt truly sick to her stomach, her head becoming dizzy. The world started spinning.

"No..." She whispered hands falling besides her body.

"No" a increase In her tone appear, tears now swelling up in her eyes.

"No" she shook her head, trying to deny this brutal reality.

"No no no no" she held her head like she was going crazy, almost shouting at you.

"Carol I have to-" You were cut of by the blonde.

"No! Your not going anywhere!" She shouted at you. Her tears now free falling, noticing that you had flinched at her big reaction, she tried to calm herself down.

Taking a big breath she shut her eyes and ran through her opinions. She knew she had to get you back.

Her hands came up to your face, once again cupping your cheeks. She looked you dead in the eyes and started..

"Y/n, baby your just having a bad day, you need me, you love me, I love you so much baby please don't go, don't I make you feel good?, we can work this out together, please I love you so much, what can I do baby so you don't go?, please..." She started sobbing when she ended her devotion of love to you.

You really just wanted this done with, you didn't love her anymore.

"Carol.."

"Please... I'll make you feel good"

"Carol" you said firmly.

"Please, y/n I love you so much! " she begged.

"Carol, I don't love you anymore, stop this".

Carol wasn't giving up this easily. In her mind it was universe laws for you two to be together.

She crashed her lips into yours, you tried to pull away but her grip on your face was to strong.

Carol suddenly flew back, Red mist surrounding her body.

"She ours" Natasha said in a dark tone, storming in with the witch behind her, magic surrounding her hand. The ex- assassin wrapped her arm around your waist, leading you out the room.

With a flick of Wanda wrist the blonde was silenced and pain started surging throughout her body.

"Are you okay, dekta?" she asked as she led you back to your room.

"Yes, Natty" you gave her a kind, ressuring smile.

She kindly opened the door and delicately sat you on the bed and got your mission suit out for your bag.

"Here you go dekta" she said in the warmest tone, handing you the. In your two girlfriends eyes you were strong but sensitive soul, knowing that you don't like being shouted out from past traumatic experiences. When you didn't respond but just continued staring into the distance Natasha started to get worried.

"Dekta?" Her hand on now your shoulder, breaking you out of the small trance.

"Yeah?" You questioned, now looking her at.

"Are you okay love?" Her concern building up.

"Yeah Natty" takng the suit and standing up to get dress.

Wanda finally came in gentley shuting the door.

"Hi love's" she announced.

"Hi baby" Natasha replied.

Wanda went to the closet and grabbed her mission suit, joining you, changing into it.

When done you grabbed Natasha with all you might and pulled her into a big hug.

"Bye Natty I love you so much" you said, so much Kindness in your voice. Before she could even speak you stood up on your tiptoes and smashed your lips into hers shoving your tounge to her mouth. A moan escaped her lips which you happily swallowed, before she could deepen the kiss you pulled away with a dumb smirk on your face. Quickly moving a hand down to her crotch grabbing it, you narrowed your eyes and met her gaze.

"Mabye you can use this on me later ?" You asked in seductive tone, then you pulled away, going to find your shield badge. She was shocked at your boldness usally it was her or Wanda who made the first move never you. The witch pulled Natasha out her shock induced trance with a peck to the lips and a tight hug.

"Bye nat, love you" Wanda pressed a warm kiss onto her check before going to your waiting form, grabbing your hand and interlocking fingers.

"Bye guys I love you too" Nat blowed a kiss over to you guys.

"Bye Natasha, we will be home soon" Wanda smiled, so did you.

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You and Wanda finally reached the quintet bay after passing through large marble hallways, many public sitting rooms, the Avengers library and a few elevators, during all of this Wanda never let go of your hand.

Stepping out side you took a deep breath of air, basking in the feeling of freshness. Taking in all the beautiful scenery that you passed, sometimes you even wondered how you ended up here, The compound was truly a breathtaking place, you were especially lucky that you got to live here.

Finally reaching the steps of the bay, you breath hitched In your throat, anxiety building up in your stomach.

"Ah My favorite agent and My favorite sorcerer, Maxioff, welcome" Fury greeted you and your girlfriend. A smile spread across you face at the mans comment, helping ease your nerves.

He was like a dad to you, he took you under his wing once finding you all black and blue from the hands of Hydra.

"I hope you have a safe journey there and back" the director told you.

"Thank you" Wanda gleamed at the man before her.

Before you could even register what was going on she was dragging you into the quinjet.

Your whole day lighten up when seeing Maria sitting up at the control panel for flying the jet.

"Mia!" You sprinted up behind her chair wrapping your arms around her neck, pushing the side of your face into hers.

"Hi y/n/n! how are you?" She asked, moving her hands up to hold your arms, happy to see you.

"Good just a bit nervous, you? " you laughed out.

"Aww you'll be alright I promise and I'm okay thank you" she responsed trying to comfort you. Wanda watch this scene unfold In front of her with a cold glare. She didn't mind Maria at all, she was good friends with her but she just wished that your attention would be on her right now. You walked back to Wanda leaving maira to prepare for take off, not wanting g to distract her further.

Seeing that she had sat down you moved to sit next to her only to be blocked by her hand and a disproving tut.

"Sit here instead sweetheart" Wanda demanded patting her lap. She craved your touch constantly. To her it was like a precious drug that was heavily addicting. Humming in acknowledgment you plopped yourself down on her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck, digging your face into the crook of her neck. As soon you were situated she wrapped her arms around your body.

"Ready, guys?" Maria's questioned.

"Yes" Wanda answered.

Maria pressed the start button for the engine. You felt the grumbling from the jet, your heart was pounding, you really did hope that you wouldn't fail this time, but with Wanda but your side you felt more confident.

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Hiii sorry this took so long!

Pt. 3 here

[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spider Verse) - Oneshot

Miguel has had his share of dysfunctional and annoying spider-men and women. So he’s always willing to admit when he meets a dependable one. 

Your work ethic was commendable. You’d been recruited by Jessica who raved about how you helped her in a bind apprehending one of the anomalies. You were trained, efficient, ambitious both in the field as well as your personal life as a coach. On paper, you were the perfect worker. The only problem seemed to be…him. 

Whenever you were on a mission with all of them, you were hyper-focus. Your attention never strayed until the work was done and the villain was caught. Like most assignments, they reported back to headquarters to log their most recent anomaly. Miguel gave a brief and further expectations. One by one the room would clear out. For a moment you would just stand there. The second you realized that it was just you and him, he prepared for it, the excuse that followed. You’d suddenly become tense and yell..

“I-I have to feed my cat!!” 

Just like that you were out the door faster than a bullet. 

As far as he knew, you didn’t have a cat. Not that he would call you on it. 

Yes, you were an exceptional worker. You just apparently detested him. 

“What did you do to her?” Lyla's judgmental tone called.

“I didn’t do anything.” Miguel growled. He was just as puzzled as her. It’s true that he’s not the most friendly person, but he was that way with everyone. Most of them had just gotten used to it. He couldn't recall ever yelling at you. You hadn’t even done anything that even warranted a lecture from him. He racked his brain for an explanation but all he came up with was the many excuses you’d presented to escape his presence. 

Like,

“I-I forgot my laundry in the machine!” 

“M-My goldfish is sick!” 

“I-I left the stove on!” 

“I-I have to go!!” 

The crease in his brow deepened. Because he felt like it was just a matter of time before you decided that you didn’t want to work for him anymore. It’s not like he had a scarcity of spider people, but he valued your skills. Especially the fact that he didn’t have to yell behind you like a child. It was nice to have an adult who actually acted like one. 

Unlike Parker. 

“Hey Miguel!!” 

Speak of the devil.  

Peter walked in with Mayday in tow who immediately jumped onto Miguel’s shoulders the second she was within reach. His scowl stayed planted, even when she started messing with his cheeks, her giggles following. 

“Heh, he’s not so scary right Mayday.” 

She nodded with a tooth grin and Miguel just turned back to the platform. 

“If I ignore him he’ll go away.” 

One could hope. 

The week proceeded and he’d gotten back to his analysis, scanning through any more potential threats. Lyla was doing her own little research, hovering over his shoulder as he flipped back and forth through reports and unusual activity. The door opening behind him alerted that his crew had arrived. 

“We have a new sighting on Earth 234.” 

Miguel turned. 

Gwen, Hobie, You and Jessica.

He felt comfortable with the crew. 

“I’ll be coming with you on this one. Lyla said there might be two this time.” 

“Sounds like a challenge.” Gwen cheered. Hobie just leaned against the wall. 

Miguel closed the current tab, eyes moving to his watch as he typed in the necessary coordinates to head out. They all filed in the second it was present, ready for anything. Miguel’s instructions had been to split up into groups. 

“(Y/N), you’re with me. Gwen, Hobie, head to the South. Jessica, North.” 

Everyone nodded, taking off in their instructed directions. Your eyes were fixated ahead as you jumped from building to building right beside Miguel. 

“How bad is the damage so far?” You questioned. 

“The third floor of a building was struck. We’ll need to prepare for a collapse.” 

“Alright.” 

You’d already shifted into battle mode. Miguel couldn’t help but steal a glance. As far as he could see, there was no issue. It was still eating at him. He decided at that moment that after this trip he needed to confront you. Figure out the problem and solve it. 

The screams ahead pulled his focus. 

“(Y/N).” 

“On it!”

You swung around the building, spotting what looked like a mutant lizard. It hissed the second it saw you and you fired a kick, knocking it right off its feet and harshly against the pavement. You landed easily in front of it and Miguel took the opportunity to grab the woman who’d been cornered by the beast. He made his way over to the police vehicle, landing and placing her on her feet. She looked up, grateful and still a bit shaken as an officer guided her away. 

“It’s good to see you again.” The Chief called. 

Miguel nodded, turning back when he saw you tying the lizard up. 

“Is it just one?” 

The Chief nods. 

“As far as we saw. But you need to be careful. He had some kind of device. My officers disabled it, but he’d already released some kind of suction. It took a few items into the air. We’re still getting some falling objects. We’ve blocked off this part of the city. There was activity in the North and South part of town.”

Miguel felt better knowing he’d already sent reinforcements. The others could handle that. He glanced over when he saw a portal close at your side. You were next to him in seconds. 

“Peter just took in our lizard guy, but I just barely dodged getting hit by a metal pole.” 

He saw said pole standing upright, wedged into the concrete. 

“Get all your men to a secure area, we’ll handle this.” 

“You got it, we’ll shelter at the center.” 

He gestured to the officers, yelling for them to fall back. Miguel turned back to you once they cleared the area. 

For the next half hour, you and Miguel spent it using your webs to catch any fallen debris that was present. Jessica, Gwen and Hobie had returned some time after. 

“All clear boss!” Gwen saluted. 

Miguel seemed content with the result. There were no casualties to speak of and the capture of the latest anomaly had gone by very smoothly. He felt confident to call it a day. He turned to do just that, you were not much further behind him. Gwen and the others had already started walking away when he gave the word. Jessica opened a portal and they were about to step in when they all seemed to flinch, turning to him.  

“Watch out!!” 

Miguel was confused about the cause for their alarm. When he looked up, the car that was falling bumper first confirmed their panic. He didn’t have a chance to even brace for impact. He didn’t have to, because two thick streams of web stuck to either end of the car as you forced it in your direction. You grabbed it when it was within reach, holding the weight. They all stared, a bit relieved as you slowly placed the vehicle to the floor. 

The metal creaked at the dropped weight, and you straightened. Gwen rushed over to you with a big smile. 

“That was awesome!!” 

You returned her smile. Hobie trailed over with a smirk of his own. 

“Good catch.” 

You flushed, rubbing the back of your head. 

“I-It was nothing.” 

They continued to flock to you and Miguel simply stared. You’d quite literally saved him from possibly a week’s worth of pain. Lyla popped up with a hum. 

“I guess she doesn’t completely hate you. She could have just let it squash you like a bug.” 

“Thank you for the imagery.” 

He was careful to do an additional scan before they finally left that earth. As he stepped into the lab, he did his usual debrief. With a few words exchanged, the room began to clear. You waited attentively for him to give you any additional comments. With your mask removed you just looked curious. But the minute you took in the lack of other personnel, he saw the change on your face and he could already predict an excuse coming. 

“I-I need to water my plants!!” 

You tried to make a dash for it, but he jumped from the platform, landed right in front of you. You backed away from the door, eyes a bit shaky. Hand clutching your mask. 

“I think we need to have a word.” 

“D-Did I do something wrong?” 

He shook his head. 

“Your work is exceptional. You're a great help to the team.” 

Lyla appeared with a nod of confirmation. 

“T-Then what’s the problem?” 

You were shifting in your spot and Miguel tracked each action, hoping that by some miracle he could figure out why you were now anxious when you’d caught a car not even twenty minutes earlier without so much as a sweat. 

“Do you have a problem working with me?” 

If that was the case he could easily put you in a different area where your meetings would be limited. It would be a bit discouraging to lose you on his main team, but it was better than you leaving completely. He waited patiently for you to speak, but your cheeks turned red and you just started fidgeting with the mask. 

“I-I don’t have a problem working with you..” 

It was said so softly and you refused to look directly at him. Now he was even more perplexed. Lyla tilted her head, and after a second she cooed. 

“Oh! How cute!” 

She was gushing, and he turned, a little annoyed that Lyla seemed to figure it out when he was still lost. 

“What is it?” He growled, impatient. 

“She has a crush on you!” 

Lyla said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The color brightened on your cheeks and Miguel looked at you for some kind of denial, but when you looked up at him, his eyes widened. Your gaze held such an innocent adoration that almost made him think he was hallucinating. He’d never really seen you look at him with anything other than respect and professionalism. Your feelings were written all over your face now and he wondered how he could have missed it. After a few moments it finally became too much. You closed your eyes. 

“I-I should go!!” 

You ran around his body, out the door. 

Miguel was left standing there in a state of shock. 

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Oh!!! It's a good thing I was staying up late or else I might've missed this!! (Oh god this got a lil long, I'm so sorry ajdgskahd)

Using she/her, how about a kakegurui one where R(eader) is a relative of Yumeko's, maybe her sister (or cousin could work too), and it's like. Yumeko's the fun loving one, her canon sister I imagine is the calm one, and R is like the angry takes no shit from anyone type, and she's there to watch over Yumeko's trouble attracting ass to keep her inline, so to focus on that, she doesn't gamble (Yumeko does enough of that for both of them) but now that's making trouble turn to R instead in the form of an infuriating Kirari, R like back talks to her and would probably bite a hand that gets too close if she has to, and when Kirari in one (underhanded) way or another manages to corner R into a gambling match with some poor soul so Kirari can observe her, R shows that she's just as good and insane as her relatives (though calms down faster?) , aaaahh I don't know what else to add on or how to end this, can't think much this late so here you go!! I hope you have fun!!

The Jabami Blood Flows

Jabami Sister Reader, Yumeko Jabami and Kirari Momobami (Platonic)

A/N: Here it is! Sorry I didn’t really get into the gamble. I couldn’t make myself research exactly how craps works and I’m not smart enough to calculate any math or cheats. The canon gambling timeline might be a little messed up too because it’s been awhile… But I think I captured the spirit of what you were asking for. Thanks for reading! Word Count: 2,523

(Y/n) couldn’t remember what life was like when her parents were alive, nor could she really remember what her oldest sister Souko was like before Yumeko had to send her away to live in that special hospital. All she knew was that life as a Bami was eat or be eaten, take or be taken from, and she hated it.

When Yumeko told (Y/n) of her plans to transfer to Hyakkaou, she was dead set against her going. That was where she went to school, Momobami Kirari. The one who had a hand in their older sister’s decline in mental health along with their own aunt. However, nothing that she said to Yumeko could get her to change her mind. So (Y/n) did what any good and responsible sister would do and filled out her own transfer papers so she could tag along.

It was difficult keeping track of Yumeko when they were two years apart, especially when the middle school was in a separate wing of the sprawling building.

But after she had heard about Yumeko becoming a house pet within the first week, (Y/n) had nearly blown a gasket. In retaliation, she quickly sized up the casino disguised as a school and realized the students could do basically whatever they wanted. (Y/n) was disciplined, a diligent worker and good student, so she got all of her schoolwork ahead of time and did it at home so she could keep an eye on Yumeko throughout the day.

She allowed Yumeko to take part in the Debt Swapping Game to undo the damage she had done to herself and her “new friend” Saotome, but after that (Y/n) was all over her… not that her nagging was very affective, unfortunately.

“You’re so cute when you pout!” Yumeko gushed, squeezing (Y/n)’s cheeks.

(Y/n) grabbed her sister’s wrists and groaned, “Neesan, I’m serious! No more gambling! We have the money, pay off the debt so you can stop wearing that ridiculous tag!”

“Sweet little sister, always looking out for me. You don’t worry so much, okay? I want to keep this tag just for awhile longer.”

“Why? It makes no sense, people treat you worse than an animal!” (Y/n) only got more upset the longer this conversation dragged on, “Get rid of it!”

“I’m not going to do that,” Yumeko smiled, somehow so carefree, “it makes for some really interesting gambles!”

“You’re so stupid!” (Y/n) suddenly yelled, finally shocking the smile off of Yumeko’s face, replaced by mild surprise, “It’s like you want to end up like Oneesan, you want to leave me all alone!”

“(Y/n)—“ Yumeko reached out her hand to (Y/n) but she ran passed her and kept running until she found an empty classroom to cry in.

She couldn’t cry forever though, and soon fell into a quiet, simmering anger that began to boil the more she thought about how their lives had come to this.

“Momobami Kirari.” She hissed hatefully. She ruined Souko and was in the process of taking Yumeko away from her too. Well, (Y/n) wasn’t going to standby quietly.

She wiped her eyes and and stood up, tromping through the halls, she followed the signs until she came to the Student Council room and without bothering to knock, she pushed the door open with a loud thump, making the pair that resided within look up.

“You can’t just charge in here like that!” Sayaka was quick to reprimand.

But Kirari put up a hand, “Don’t be troubled, Sayaka. It’s just one of my dear little cousins paying me a visit. I’d recognize a Jabami anywhere. Care for tea, (Y/n)? I haven’t seen you since you were quite small, you’ve grown a lot.”

“Jabami…” Sayaka’s mood soured a bit more. One Jabami was already one snake too many.

“And you look very cute in the middle school uniform.” Kirari continued on, tilting her head towards Sayaka, “I remember your middle school days Sayaka, you looked very cute in that uniform too, although this one is nice as well.” She tugged on the hem of Sayaka’s jacket for emphasis.

“Thah- thank you, President.” And like that, Sayaka was subdued, but still a little wary of their impromptu guest.

“I don’t want your stupid tea, or small talk!” (Y/n) yelled. “I want you to get rid of the house pet system!”

“You can’t just storm in here and demand such a thing!” Sayaka bristled.

“Ah, is Yumeko refusing to pay off her debt?” Kirari sat back in her chair slightly, “Unfortunately for you, I’m not inclined to accept your request. Your sister is just too fun to watch.”

“I hate you!” (Y/n) seethed, Kirari’s eyes widened, but it was clear amusement rather than surprise at the outburst, “I hate what the Bami clan is under your rule! If it was someone else— if things could have been different— My parents would be alive, Souko wouldn’t be in the hospital and you wouldn’t be trying to take Yumeko from me right now! I hate gambling! I hate that when people gamble, they are risking the happiness of people they are supposed to care about too! I hate you for pitting everyone against each other all the time! You have the power to stop all this before we all destroy each other for good, but you don’t use it, and I despise you for it!”

“Oh my,” Kirari cupped her between her thumb and index fingers, “so much resentment for a girl so young. Are you sure you aren’t Saotome’s little sister?” She chuckled.

“This isn’t funny!”

“Is it not? I find it a bit amusing at least. For someone with Jabami blood flowing through her veins, you are very adamantly going against your nature. It’s interesting. You might be one to watch as well.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I think Yumemi has plans for your sister today. You might want to start making your way to the auditorium to cheer her on.” Kirari said instead, steepling her fingers in front of her coral blue lips.

A look of realization and then dread fell over (Y/n)’s face. She gave Kirari one more glare, then bolted from the student council room.

“What a rude girl!” Sayaka huffed. “Has she no respect for upperclassmen at all?”

“Easy Sayaka,” Kirari soothed with a teasing lilt, “I think my week just became a little more interesting.”

***

In the days after Yumeko’s admittedly unique gamble against Yumemi, (Y/n) had taken to giving her dear older sister the cold shoulder. It made Yumeko sad and pouty of course, but until she could promise (Y/n) that she was done gambling for good, (Y/n) refused to talk to her. She started going back to her classes like normal instead of following her sister around and did her best not to think about all the bad situations Yumeko could be putting herself through.

But she couldn’t ignore her sister for long, not when an unfamiliar upperclassman came to her classroom to summon her for a gamble. Apparently, Yumeko had got herself in a lot more trouble than (Y/n) had dared thought possible, or so the house pet had claimed.

“Where is she? Yumeko!” (Y/n) ran into the room, only turning around when she heard the door lock behind her. “Hey! What are you doing? Open the door!”

“That was a lot easier than I thought it would be.”

(Y/n) whipped her head to the back of the room to see a tired looking upperclassman, another house pet, sitting at a fancy craps table in front of a large mirror that almost took up the whole wall.

“I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this to get back at Jabami for what she and Saotome did to me at that damn debt swapping game. You’re her little sister, right? What am I saying, of course you are.”

“What do you want? Who are you?” (Y/n) asked defensively.

“Kiwatari Jun.” The upperclassman answered with a smirk, “And I’m gonna turn you into a house pet.”

“Like hell you are. You can’t force someone into a gamble unless they are part of the council. Unlock the door.” (Y/n) commanded, but Jun chuckled darkly.

“You’re right, I can’t make you do anything, but the door is locked from the outside, and I don’t have the key.”

“Then I guess we’re just stuck here forever until we die.” (Y/n) hotly retorted.

“Not the case,” he knocked on the mirror behind him. “See this, it’s a one way window. People can see us, but we can’t see them. Once we gamble, someone will come and let us out.”

“I’m not going to gamble you.”

“You will. Word is your sister is going on a gambling tear without you yapping in her ear. She’s got a real big gamble coming up today with that crazy Beautification Committee officer. You know, the one who likes swinging a gun around.”

“Yumeko already gambled her and was disappointed. She wants nothing to do with Ikishima now.” (Y/n) had really hated that gamble. It was exceedingly frightening. She was glad Yumeko had been put off by Midari’s recklessness in some shape.

“She came up with a new gamble that really has your sister going. Safe to say she’s giving her another chance. I don’t expect you to believe me, but is it really a risk your willing to take? If you aren’t there… you might not see her again.”

(Y/n)’s blood froze. She didn’t want to believe this guy, in fact, she was sure he was lying, but her fear of losing Yumeko was stronger than reason. Saving Yumeko was the only thing she could think of that was truly worth gambling for…

“What is the game?” She finally asked through gritted teeth.

“Craps,” he swept his arm over the table, “A simple dice game, what do you say?”

“I want to test the dice.”

Jun exhaled though his nose, “Not a gambler, huh? You sure seem to know what to look for.”

“When you grow up in the world that I have, you can’t help but pick up a thing or two.” (Y/n) sat down at the opposite side of the table, she could feel her heartbeat picking up like it would at the starting line of a race, or before reading a speech in class. She hated the feeling. She hated how her body loved the feeling. The excitement of doing something that felt totally crazy.

Despite not remembering her mother very well, she was definitely her daughter. That blood flowed through her veins as it did with Yumeko and Souko. A red glow briefly reflected off of her eyes.

“Are we doing this, or not?”

All of Jun’s little tricks were exposed round after round, but even if (Y/n) had let them slide, she was rolling perfectly every time, a skill she had picked up by merely watching Souko practice as a toddler, just a baby even. If she wasn’t so dead set against gambling, she could probably be making millions of yen a week. Her playing style reminded Jun more of Mary, but every once in awhile, she’d make an absolutely insane call that could only be something a Jabami would ever think to do.

It didn’t take long before all of the money the student council had leant him was on the other side of the table and with it, his dreams of freeing himself from his house pet chains. Now he was another four million yen in the hole.

“No… you’re just a snot-nosed middle schooler!” He hissed, pounding his fists against the table, making the dice and chips clink together. “I was supposed to win.”

“Idiot.” (Y/n) smirked, the red gleam appeared in her eyes once more, “Don’t you know nothing is guaranteed in gambling, nothing but disappointment for someone anyway.” She got up from her chair, not even caring to take her winnings with her. “A pity a had to lose my no gambling streak because of you. You weren’t even a challenge.”

She walked over to the door, pleased to see it was already opening in anticipation of her approach. She was a little surprised to see it was Sayaka who opened the door, however. She was even more surprised when Sayaka pulled her forward and a zapping noise met her ears, followed by a heavy object hitting the ground. She turned to see Jun curled up on the floor and saw the taser in Sayaka’s hand. He must have been coming up to attack her for humiliating him so badly.

“You never learn, do you, Kiwatari?” Sayaka tisked, “Lose with dignity for once.”

“Thank you for the show, Jabami (Y/n).” Kirari rounded the corner seconds later. She must have been watching from the other side of the glass. Suddenly this impromptu gamble was making a lot more sense. Jun didn’t seem smart enough to come up with a scheme like this himself.

“I should have paired you up with someone interesting, but I wanted to see what I was working with first. You did not disappoint. We will have to do something like this again soon.”

“No way,” (Y/n) could already feel herself coming down from the brief high of gambling a upperclassman into submission, “I’m not going to let you catch me in a position like this again. No way in hell! Yumeko isn’t even in trouble, is she?”

Kirari smiled, “No, she’s not. However, I’m sure I could make an offer or two you simply would not be able to refuse. Whether it’s to forbid your sister from gambling in this school again, ending the house pet system, dethroning me as student council president, or even as the head of the Bami clan, I’m sure we could work something out. I think it would be really exciting for us to gamble one day.”

(Y/n) hated the shiver of excitement that ran up her spine. There were a couple of options in that short list she wouldn’t mind seeing to fruition, yet she shook her head and bumped into Kirari as she passed her.

“Just stay away from me!”

“I’ll be seeing you around, (Y/n). Have a good rest of your day.” Kirari waved, watching (Y/n) stomp away with amusement.

***

“Oh, (Y/n)?” Yumeko was surprised that after days of the cold shoulder, (Y/n) had sought her out for a hug, but she was very happy for the suprise affection to say the least and instantly returned the embrace. “You’re being so sweet to me! What brought this on, I wonder?”

“Don’t gamble with Ikishima ever again, got it?” (Y/n) ordered, “And always make sure you have your phone on you so I can ask you what you’re up to, okay?”

“Okay, okay!” Yumeko giggled, “You don’t have to worry. That person you just mentioned is dead to me anyway.”

A strangled moan of Yumeko’s name could be heard in the distance, but no one acknowledged it.

“Hey,” Yumeko’s eyes lit up, “let’s go do something fun this weekend. Just you and me, anything you want, okay?”

A small smile worked its way onto (Y/n)’s lips and she nodded, hugging her sister tighter.

“Yeah!”

[jenna-ortega]

19th hour

vertigo intermission (joel pov)

YOU'RE SCARED OF LOVE, WELL, AREN'T WE ALL (JOEL POV)

INTERMISSION SUMMARY - After you took care of Joel, and he took care of you, he almost leaves you. Realizing his mistake, he makes sure he shows you exactly what he needs from you. Joel's claws are stuck between the layers of your skin, and it'll take a village to pry what he believes is his from those callused hands.

Pairing - joel miller x female reader Word Count - 2.8k Warnings - angst, pinv, gagged & bound, praise, heartbreak, bathroom sex

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Light barely breaks through the dusty windows. His eyes are slowly blinking open as he feels the cool breeze of your open window raise goosebumps on his skin. You barely feel the blanket rustle as he turns over to inspect you there. It still feels like a dream. Joel hasn’t felt drawn to someone so unapologetically since… and this is what scares him. How is it you? Why is it you? He could run from himself and hide in useless bodies that create no resistance in his emotions…and yet you’d still find a wear to tear through flesh to get to the part of him he knew you wanted. His eyes danced up and down your body, thinking of ways he could hide again. Could he use your body to hide? Or would your body be all he’s hiding from? His skin crawls with the knowledge of last night, how much you’d taken care of him. Even after all he’s done, and will do. He can’t help himself. He takes. You give. 

Joel pulls the blanket slowly off of him, careful not to wake you. He looks down at himself, shirtless with just his boxers, he shakes his head. “m’ too old for this.” he whispers to himself as he walks himself down to where he remembers you took off his denim shirt. He should leave. He should find a place to hide soon, before you wake. Before he ruins it. Before he realizes this is exactly what Vanessa was screaming at him for before she left. 

-

“Joel. You never give me anything,” she pleads,

“I give you plenty. Give you more than I give most.” he corrects her, stomping away from her and to the front door. 

“I ain’t got time for this now, I've got somewhere to be.” Joel knows he’s being cruel, but he can’t help it. He can’t help but try to drag everyone down to feel what he’s been cursed to feel for years. Trapped. Within his own mind, within his own skin. And as he thinks about her words she screams as he leaves, 

“You’re tragic, Joel. You don’t deserve anything good.”  

-

He believed her. Believed anything good couldn’t possibly love anyone as damaged as him. And you were good. So he can’t, he won’t destroy you. 

At least that’s what he wants to tell himself. He wants to convince himself he’s strong enough to leave you alone, wants to convince himself that leaving would mean destroying. Hiding from you wouldn’t stop you from seeking him out. Demanding he give you what he’s denied you for so long. He wants to. Wants it to be you who he comes home to, wants to be the only person you listen to, be the only one you confide in. He wants to be the only one to build you up, and the only one to tear you down. He wants to be the one to see you cry, to wipe away tears against those puffy red eyes. His sick urge to dominate and control, he needs to own. Joel is not a man of softness, never a man who will not consume you and your every thought. If he has now decided to stay, he won’t let you leave. Not when you’ve spent all this time pleading to him, giving yourself to him. 

Joel takes a deep breath in as he puts his shirt back down, deciding to come back to you in bed. His footsteps are heavy as he’s made up his mind. This is it. He feels his claws release, finding a new host to sink into. That host turned to look at him in her doorway, eyebrows furrowed and hand outstretched over his side of the bed. 

“What ya look so nervous for, darlin’” he questions, his heart dropping as he watches the chaos ensue behind your eyes. The nerves he knows you had waking up and thinking he’d left you. How could he leave now? 

“Nothing.” 

Joel knows you're lying. He can sense concern on your face, knows he shouldn’t have even thought of leaving you alone after what he’s done to you. Joel watches you fidget as his eyes glare into you. He won’t run from you, he knows what he’s done in the past. Knowing the minute life resumes today the only thing going on in that pretty little head of yours will be if you’ll feel him again. 

“Alright then.” he lets it go. Doesn’t want to get into things with you after such a good morning. 

— 

“Thought I told you,” Joel grabs your attention behind the bar, leaning back against his chair with a smug smile on. You look so good in your mini skirt, he wants to devour you whole. Make a home inside your body and make you love it. 

“I don’t want you workin’ here.” and he means it. Doesn’t want to watch mean stare at what is now his. He knows how easy it would be to pursue something else, and he won’t let you do it. Won’t let any other animal sink their claws into you like he has. 

“You don’t own me.” Joel watches your mouth twitch in anger, loving how spunky you get with him. He’s gonna fuck that attitude out of you tonight and see what kind of shit you have to say then. Joel smiled as you slammed an empty glass in front of him. 

“But I want to.” and there wasn’t an ounce of dishonesty behind those words.

He watched your eyebrows raise as your chest expelled a large breath, you’re so cute when he takes you off guard. Your soft whisper of his name has him adjusting himself in his seat, bulge straining against his jeans.  

“ n’d here i thought you wanted me to own you,” his eyes darkened as he leaned over the bar, enticing you closer to him, “wanted me to take what’s mine. What belongs to me,” he growls and holds your eye contact without looking away,

“Tell me..you wanna be mine?” 

His eye contact was too painful as he looked you up and down. Swearing the sight of you to his memory, 

Joel rushes to lean over the bar, catching your chin between his large fingers. He would kiss you right now, force this whole bar to watch as he claims you, forcing you to stare back into his deep brown eyes, “I want an answer, darlin’,” he makes sure his southern accent was thick, knowing what it does to you. Melting in his touch, and all he does is laugh at your pathetic moan as he lets go of your face. 

“I wanna be yours.” 

Joel’s body temperature started to jump up. Those words made the dormant beast in him rage. Knowing you want to be his as much as he wants you. He loves knowing you’d let him control you, dick getting harder at the thought of dictating every move in your life. Forcing you to be a good girl by his side. God, you’re perfect. 

Joel spends the next few seconds thinking about all the ways he can ruin all of your nights, now knowing you’d happily oblige if he did. 

“Good girl,”

—

Joel had to have you right there. He couldn’t stop his steps as he led you into the bar bathroom, it was as if he was possessed by the idea of control. You give your body over to him as his prize, and goddamn was it something he’d cherish.  

He couldn’t stop himself from pushing himself against you, black mini skirt in his hand hiked up to your hips, his dick twitching as it met your aching core. He could feel how wet you were, watching his own jeans soaked through from your drenched underwear. Joel groaned as he watched your pussy clench around nothing, dripping down your own thigh. God, your fucking slutty outfits were going to be the death of him. You were definitely not allowed back at the bar after this. He watches the recoil on your ass as he slaps it, moaning as he kneads your ass, giving another sharp slap to one, making you moan out, “Joel,” 

Joel surely was loving this version of you. Compliant, and at the mercy of his hand. 

He undid his belt, thinking of how much he wanted to manipulate your body. It was his after all, and only he had a say on what you could do with it. He wanted you waiting and ready for him without any say. And that’s when he had an idea…if he wants to control you, it starts now. He pulled your arms in behind your back, he winced as his force caused you to wince. Joel leaned against your neck, wanting to taste the salty sweat on your skin. He groaned at the taste, whispering to you softly, 

“Poor little thing, in over her head is she?” his voice going higher, mocking you as you squirm in his embrace. Pushing back against him to feel his warmth against your body, Joel groaned at the feel of you. His prey trying to wiggle its way into submission. His belt now tied too tightly around your wrists, he watches as tears flow slowly from your eyes.. 

“Joel–please,” you were pleading with him to give you any sort of relief. He always felt bad, almost giving into you. But what precedent would that show?  His strong hands tangling up in your hair, bringing your head up to rest slightly below his shoulder, and on his warm chest, 

“You take what i give you, little girl” he warned, hand still tangled in your hair, now pushing your head off of his chest and forcing your eyes to watch yourself in the bathroom mirror. “Fuck” you were a dirty girl. He watches as your cunt drenches your panties more. His big body swallows you whole, holding you hostage as he walks your body closer to the mirror, pushing your pelvis to meet the cold porcelain sink. 

“Joel, please–” you cry out as his hips trap you, 

Joel hums in approval, “Darlin, I love when you beg…but you gotta stay quiet f’me.” 

Joel watches as you nod your head fast, looking over your shoulder to see his dark eyes burning a hole through you. And he growls as he rips your panties off your body, suddenly feeling rushed to feel you squeeze his cock. Your body bounces from the force, and he smirks as you whimper from the sharp pain, “Fuck…” Joel’s cock is red and swollen as he hears those words from you, noticing how fucked out you look without him even fucking you, 

“Shhh, baby. This’ll help,” 

He forces your panties into your mouth, muffling any pleas to him you might have had on the tip of your tongue, and gagging you in the process. 

Joel moved back from you, eyeing his work. “Mmmm” 

Your body slugged over the sink, black skirt pulled around your waist with your hands bound behind your back.

Joel’s grin spread ear to ear, his dick jumping in excitement as he began pulling down his pants just enough to pull out his cock. His pink tip pulsing with clear precum already released. 

He gripped it in hand, pumping it a few times before he walked back over to your body, lining it up with your slit. 

He needed to tease, running his cock along your wet slit and putting small pressure on your clit as he does. Feeling your body tremble under him as you try to scream out, he’d remember this moment forever. 

He couldn’t wait to take this from you any longer. Without warning, he shoved himself in you, hearing a squeak from beneath him–” fuck. FUCK.” his voice deep and husky as he began his pace, not letting you adjust at all. Grabbing your hips hard enough to bruise, helping him steady his thrust as he tore you apart. Your pussy squeezing around him, letting him know he’s in control of your body. Every thrust earned a squeal from you, he didn’t have any mercy in this. Deep and hard was all he was doing, the sounds coming from your core making Joel close his eyes and get lost in your body 

Mine, Mine, Mine, 

A chant Joel’s brain has now crawled its way into his mind. You were his baby. You were his to fuck, and his to hurt. He grabs your left tit and squeezed as he watches your nipples perk as he thrust even deeper inside of you, stumbling behind you as he loses balance with how hard he’s making you take it, 

“Mine. Mine. Mine” his chant. Possessive in nature. Because how just and fair is it to be his, his, his, after how hard you fought, he thinks. You’ve earned him, you’ve earned the right to be torn apart by him.. to be bound and gagged in a bar bathroom, to be controlled and subject yourself to his nature. Possessive. 

“You’re killing me with this pussy,” 

He watches your wrists turn red against his belt as his thrust sends you further and further against the sink, the cold porcelain distracting is all he feels as he snakes around your front and begins rubbing tight circles on your clit. 

He laughs at your feeble attempt to cry and moan his name against your panties, feeling your insides hug him tightly as he gives it all to you. His cock kissing your cervix when it happens, when he feels you shake and cry against the gag in his arms. Holding you up as you choke his cock with your orgasm, creaming all along his shaft.

 “Yeah baby, you got it, you can do it, taking me so. fucking. good. 

His thrusts match his words, hard punches into your cunt as you lay limp in his arms, gurgling nonsensical sounds as he takes, devours your whole. 

“Gonna cum, gonna, –oh, fuck!” 

He pushes deep in you, his balls hitting your core as he gives you everything, shaking and pushing you back into him as he does. “Take it all.” he demands through gritted teeth, 

You squeal out as he gives you one last hard thrust, pulling out of you with a deep guttural moan, “Oh baby…” he tilts his head up to the ceiling, breathing out heavy as he comes back down to reality, 

Joel tucks himself away and helps you get decent, ungagging you and pulling down your skirt, leaving you a small slap before pulling it down all the way. 

Joel begins fixing himself as he watches you breathe deeply, closing your eyes as your hands hold yourself up on the sink. He’s looking at your flush complexion in the mirror, walking closer to you and petting your hair,

“You did so well,” he kissed the side of your head. 

—

He brings you to place afterwards, making sure to tell Tommy he was stealing you for the night. 

“Have I convinced ya to quit yet?”

“Joel,” you sigh as he opens the door to his place, he wants to hear you open his door when he’s in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the living room. He needs you to blend yourself into his life so deeply you forget where you start and he ends. He needs you to never leave him. 

He notices the smell you bring up immediately, heart dropping as he recognizes the scent. His body stiffens as she comes out from the kitchen, 

“Joel! What took you so–” the high pitched voice he couldn’t not know. He watches as Vanessa’s eyes drop to yours. His heart drops as he feels you emotionally shrivel up. This can’t be happening. Not when he was so close to having you. And he knows he fucked up, watching you as you turn around and speed walk out of his place. 

“Fuck,” he throws his hands up, running his hands through his hair, walking closer to Vanessa in the kitchen,

“Really?...are you fucking kidding me, Joel?” she throws the sizzling pieces of pork against the top of the stove, shutting the fire off. 

“What the hell are ya doing here, Vanessa?” there’s an apparent tone to his voice. He can’t help but despise her at this moment. She broke up with him. She said terrible things to him and walked out, and now she would be the reason her words rang true, “You don’t deserve anything good.”

He holds his hand up, shutting her up as she began to defend herself, 

“Y’know what? …i don’ wanna hear it.” his voice low as he jumps at Vanessa, grabbing her wrist and dragging her out of the kitchen, to his front door. 

“Get the fuck out,” 

“Don’t touch me!” She screams as she tries to plant her feet on the ground, to no avail as Joel’s big body drags her further out the door, finally letting go as she falls to the ground in front of him. Her eyes puffy as she begins to cry. 

He’s doing it again. He’s destroying. He’s ruining things, ruining people and even if he’s noticed…it’s too late.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Dead Friend Forever - final thoughts

I say final thoughts, knowing I will likely have many more thoughts to come on this series. Because this is definitely one of those shows that gets its hooks into you.

I file this one under "super memorable and engaging watch that I will never watch again" because I really enjoyed it, but also struggle with such dark material (and I can't stop crying over sweet baby White).

First though, major props to BOC for doing something different in the BL genre. This is the kind of creativity that I love to see, similarly to The Sign or Playboyy. It doesn't always work, and I know there are wildly different feelings about all three of these shows, but that's the point - if no one takes creative risks, no one cares about the outcome.

In this case, the ending actually worked for me. I was expecting something ambiguous, because a) horror genre, and b) there was such a huge difference in interpretations throughout the entire series that it seemed clear they were planting a lot of things that could be seen in vastly different ways. And I think the ending stays consistent with that.

I also don't mind ambiguity if it gives me a lot to chew on in metaphorical meaning, and wow was this show a juicy one.

That said, it definitely wasn't perfect, and there were plenty of loose threads that could have been tightened. But I still found so much that worked for me.

My interpretations

So here's my thoughts on the ending, speaking for myself, within my lens and my cultural context.

I see this as a story about purgatory. Not in the sense of any religious system, but in the sense of being a human, and dealing with human emotions. It's a story about the ripple effects of our own selfishness, of how lack of empathy and caring creates a cost for ourselves as well as others, of holding on to guilt, of what happens when we refuse to reckon with the harm we've done.

I don't see anything that happened on this current day visit to the house as a literal, real life, experience.

A few reasons why (and note, I'm aware there are people who will prescribe the below to bad writing/editing, I'm interpreting these as conscious choices made by production):

The road seemed quite well maintained and straight forward on the way in on the truck (and well used enough that Por's dad put a sign up there), yet when anyone tried to leave, they ended up on small forest paths or there was damage to the road.

Similarly, Top & New rode out on the bike for a while, but then New was able to get back to the house really quickly. It had a feeling of "you can check out any time you like but you can never leave" for me.

The Janta temple. This random big building with a ton of fresh blood and lit candles, yet no one else ever being around, and Phee & Jin getting locked in.

The drugs don't explain how all the hallucinations matched so well, or that they all focused exclusively on Non. You telling me Por and Top never did any other sketchy shit in their life? Tee worked for his uncle for years, but didn't have a single other regret? No glimpse of his father, of White being hurt? Fluke didn't get any visions of his parents asking when he was going to finally be a doctor and worthy of their love? White, the one stuck in purgatory because of his love for Tee, was the only one to have a non-Non hallucination.

It's also not really well explained how New could have physically done everything here - such as set up the trap for Por while hanging out with the other guys. Maybe he did, but he never confirmed Phee's explanation for everything that happened.

But my biggest reason for feeling this way is what happens to each character.

Por was used to being the center of the group, due to his wealth and status. But he gets immobilized and silenced.

Top made Non take the fall for him, and then becomes the puppet of the killer in this scenario.

Fluke always did his best to stay on the outskirts and not be seen, but everyone here sees his paranoia and selfishness.

Tee had regrets, but he was still responsible for a huge part of what led directly to Non's death, and he ends up losing what he loves the most through his own actions (he was the one who convinced White to come, like he convinced Non to work for his uncle).

Jin knew that he was violating Non by recording and releasing the video, hence his experiencing the same violation in his hallucinations. But the crux of his situation is that he had a selfish love for Non, and therefore regardless of how much he wants to believe that Phee's love will protect him, it's not enough to save him in the end.

And then of course we have Phee, New, and White. Three people not involved in the initial course of actions, but caught up in them all the same.

White is truly innocent, but sometimes when we love those who have caused harm, we pay a cost. That's the injustice of life. He was a good boy, and learning what Tee did hurt him.

Phee couldn't let go of his guilt for what he said the last time he saw Non, and for not reaching out to him in time. He knew how much Non struggled, he came in during a self-harm attempt before, but his pride wouldn't let him help Non. He also moved on with Jin, but won't acknowledge that there are genuine feelings involved. He says this weekend is all about learning the truth, but he doesn't even care that Jin released the tape. He wants to believe he knows Non better than anyone, but he doesn't really. He wants to heroically save Jin, but he is not the romantic hero in any of this. There's a disconnect between who he wants to believe himself to be, and who he actually is. And it's why he's not really free at the end.

And New. New is so fascinating to me, because like Phee, he was trapped in his guilt. But unlike Phee, through his choices at the house (despite regretting the innocent loss of White & Dang), through his passionate commitment to doing whatever he can for Non, even if it is far too late, he is able to finally let go of his guilt. He is at peace with his choices, and so he sees Non forgiving him. And I think New is able to move on.

Because in the end, I don't see this as these boys being punished by some cosmic moral authority, but rather their own choices and own feelings of guilt/refusal to admit to said guilt.

Reminder - I make no claims of "the truth", this is just my truth.

Relatedly, they did nothing to prove that Non did not fake his death, so you can't make me think he's not having a much better life somewhere with a really good therapist and a hot boyfriend (perhaps Perth).

Last note - the acting in this show was so goddamn good. Mio and Barcode were the standouts for me, but there was a lot of talent on display. I hope they all get a nice career bump from this.